#126 Optimistic to the bones... erm genes

I've come across a very interesting research...

It seems that it is genetically determined whether we are optimistic or pessimistic. The research included a group of 127 people, whose life was monitored for 25 years. The people were asked about major life events and it seems like similar stressful events have different long-term effect on different people. Some of the monitored people were twice more likely to get depressed and some just had natural resistance to depression.

The genetic tests showed that 21% of people have the genotype that predisposes them to depression, 26% of people have the genotype with resilience to depression and 53% of people have a mix of the two genotype.

The research also showed that more often the depression isn't caused by a single event but by a series of events happening during a sufficiently short time period. What is interesting is that it seems that depression is not caused by the negative events themselves, but by how individuals interpret the events.

"The research has some very significant implications," said Professor Wilhelm, who has tracked the people who took part in the research. "Perhaps you could reduce the likelihood of depression amongst those with the vulnerable genotype, by training them up in terms of improving their coping styles and stress responses. Eventually you might be able to better identify those who are likely to be at risk, suggest psychological treatment at times and even work out the best kind of antidepressant to use, if the need arises."

I do consider myself an optimistic person and, hey, it turns out that I have to thank my parents for that. I am so glad that my mother's genes didn't take over my dad's, although he is not generally optimistic.

I've always said that life is not really that bad, it is good actually and it is all up to us how we see it and how we live it. And don't get me wrong here, I feel bad too. But everything happens for a reason and after the rain there always comes the sun. Just look around and you will see...
Smile!

P.S. Very off topic (personal diary)... Bloody monday (24.02.2009)

#125 At the end of the Universe

Whiskey promotions rock...
I really should consider drinking less. I am getting old for that...
The next day is always hard these days...

well, it was about time...

I AM GAY!

I don't want questions asked... how, what, when it happened. It just did.
I am happy with myself...
And NO, it is not a phase.

#123 play time

I have a new toy. I totally love the veiny part. The ones who know me well know that I am a sucker for bony and veiny. Some may say that the it is not very big, but again, the ones who know me well know that I am not very big either ;). I don't know. I haven't tried it yet. I want to try it, but many circumbstances won't allow it. Most of all... lately I don't feel that good about myself, which leads to me not getting it on with myself the way I know I am capable of, in other words... where is my sex drive? I get attention these days and I will lie if I say that I don't like it. It is selfish, I know, but it kind of works like a selfesteem booster. My problem is that I don't want to react on that attention for very personal reasons, which I will not share with world.
Pft, I think I will start a diet. I know this will make feel good about myself... and I just realized that I contradict myself a little bit... My soul struggles. I want things I can't have, I play happy. Actually I am happy, but I want to be happier. There are ways to be happier. I can't wait to use my toy. I can't wait to fuck someone's brains out, even if they're my brains.
God, I am full of shit.

#122

Ah well, at least I am not bloated anymore and my boobies actually stick out more than my belly :P

#121

I thought he looked familiar... The guy smelled even worse than before, he smelled like horse shit. His clothes seemed relatively clean and one would wonder what the fuck is going on. I saw the faces of the people around, they showed disgust and frustration.

Let me tell you about this guy... I've been on the same bus as he a couple of times before. He travels in rush hours, he prefers rush hours. It is his perfect disguise. He gets on the bus and looks around. He spots his victim. Always a woman, a nice looking one, not too old, sitting on an aisle seat, preferably reading or talking on the phone. He pushes his way through the crowd and keeps pushing little by little until he reaches the goal. He faces the woman, puts his hand in his pocket and having the perfect excuse of the packed bus he rubs his body to the one of the woman. While with his hand in the pocket he starts doing short and fast constant movements, obviously stroking his dick. If his victim gets off the bus before his destination he spots another one and changes position.

The first time I've noticed what he was doing I really thought I have a pervy mind for thinking that something like this is possible. I mean he looks decent. But then he was on the bus again and again and I observed him. He've changed buses now. Maybe someone else noticed what he was doing, maybe he needs new people to perv over.

I wish I could grab him by the balls and tear them off and peel the skin off his dick. I wish I could warn the people. But how do you go to someone and say "Erm, excuse me, I think that this guy is jerking in his pants over you". I hate the feeling of not being able to so something about it. I hate that guy. If I happen to see him again I will make a picture and post it here. Not that it will be of any use, but hey at least one person here will be more careful using the public transport.

Beware of the sickos. They are everywhere.

#120

Пфт, д'еба, как не ми се работи...