Freedom beyond expectations. Or beyond comprehension?

Freedom? What freedom?

Some of you already know, some don’t. Some may have guessed it. And some of you may be shocked (for you I feel a bit sad).

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I’m a naturist.

Naturism

What is naturism? The first thing many people think of, unfortunately, is what the internet throws around so eagerly. Naked people doing all kinds of things that are most certainly not safe for work.

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First off: that is not naturism. Naturism, also called nudism, simply means doing your regular things but without wearing clothes.

Why would someone do that? Many people wonder about that because clothes are natural. Aren’t we all born dressed? Clothes are normal. True, they are the norm, but their point has been pushed beyond the boundaries of reason.

The boundaries of reason vs. naturism

coldWhen it’s cold we wear clothes. There are not many naturists who will go against that because cold is cold.

What goes against reason (unless you are convinced that clothes must be) is what happens when it’s very hot. You don’t take off your clothes. No, you turn on the air conditioning because otherwise your clothes are too warm. And keeping your clothes on is much better because of the shame.

Shame

shameShame is something wonderful that religion brought upon the world. The original sin, eternal shame, no way to pay off your sin, all that took hold in everyone’s mind and culture. So clothes are the answer. Not thinking outside the box, because that’s not normal. Suppose you are seen by someone else! The shame!

Because that’s something else that’s inserted in everyone’s mind. You are not perfect. You are not pretty. You are not like the impossible standards of beauty that the world put out to sell you all kinds of stuff. Stuff that should make you as pretty as the next supermodel. Who decides who’s super anyway?

So what’s up with the nekkid stuff?

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Nothing. That is probably disappointing but if you’re looking for exciting pictures or tales you’re in the wrong spot. Naturism and nudism have nothing to do with sex and such things, despite the many things the internet will ‘teach’ you. Nudism and naturism are about being yourself. About feeling free. And how much more free can one be than without clothes? Once you’re used to it you experience freedom beyond expectations. And if you don’t dare to try it you’ll keep wondering about this ‘freedom’ beyond comprehension.

I leave it at this. If you agree with me then power to you. If you are curious you can ask me questions. If you decide you suddenly hate me, that’s up to you. And if you choose to ignore this post, that’s fine as well. Whatever makes you happy. 🙂

Bose IE2 in-ear headphones

Yes, I went ahead and bought them. Even though they’re pricey.

Bose ie2 headphonesThey do look a bit funny with the extra bit bolted on but don’t let the looks fool you. These things are actually comfortable. That is something for me to say because I hate stuff stuck in my ears.

Finding the easiest way to actually put them in took me a while as I lack knowledge on sticking stuff in my ears. It was even a bit of an odd feel to have these additional bits there but they keep the headphones in place and I very quickly didn’t feel them any more.

Then something odd happened: I didn’t like the sound. Bose has the name of producing good bass sound. There was hardly any. Mid range was okay, high tones was mostly okay, but bass was as absent as a shark in the average bowl with goldfish. That was weird because the foldable Sennheiser PX-100a that I own produce quite a good bass on my phone.

Good thing I have another phone. The Meizu MX-5 Ubuntu. Yes, it’s a phone that runs on Linux. I have some music on that and so I tried the IE2 on that. Wow. Difference? More than that. The world of music opened again. Clearly the headphones were not the problem but the phone was. I tried another music player. That worked a lot better so the problem had to be the player I usually use. It took me some wiggling and experimenting until I discovered a few well-hidden settings. Switched on enhanced clarity and enhanced bass.

I’m happy now. 🙂

Mr Trump. The one from America

This man frightens me. Donald Trump. He wants to be the president of the US of A first, and of the world after that. The things he says and the plans he has are worrying.

His presidential website states that Obamacare is horrible. Somehow he will “restore economic freedom” which then will make for “free market principles and working together to create sound public policy that will broaden healthcare access, make healthcare more affordable and improve the quality of the care available to all Americans.” That is where America came from before Obamacare, isn’t it? Meaning sky high fees for doctors and less access to medical help for most people as they can’t afford it.

He proposes tax relief for middle class Americans. This in turn will “Grow the American economy by discouraging corporate inversions, adding a huge number of new jobs, and making America globally competitive again.” Not sure how he plans to do this when less money gets in the hands of the government to actually have money to make America competitive again. Is he going to put his own modest fortune in there?

His approach to international politics is impressive too. According to http://uk.businessinsider.com/donald-trump-bomb-isis-2015-11During a speech at Decker Auditorium in Fort Dodge, Iowa, Trump said he would go after ISIS-controlled oil fields and “bomb the s— out of ’em,” to loud applause.

This would probably destroy these oil fields, but that is of lesser concern. I may be wrong, I’m not a politician.

He’s been married 3 times, as far as I can find. All of those marriages didn’t work out. He’s had several companies. Most (all?) of them did not work out as they went bankrupt.

And this genius is going to lead the US of A to greatness? A president is, as it were, married to his people. Mr Trump can’t even stay married to 1 person. A president has to be able to lead a country. Mr Trump has shown that he can’t even lead a tiny, company sized province.

Mr Trump has been compared to Adolf Hitler more times than I care to count or remember. His bold ideas of putting up walls, throwing certain racial groups out of the country, discriminating against other racial/cultural/religious groups, all these are definitely reminders of this man from Austria. (What, you had no idea Hitler wasn’t German?) Even his boasting, screaming speeches are quite Hitlerian…

Good luck, America. Use your brain when it comes to voting day…

No life. But no death either.

A home for old people. One where the very old people are. People who have nearly nothing left to live for, who are literally waiting for the end. Have you ever been there? No? Humour me and do it. It’s an eye opener.

Go there and look around you. That is where society will send us. People have to get older and older because of science and health care. (Because we get older we’re also ‘allowed’ to work longer, despite the number of jobs going down because of automation, but more on that later perhaps.)

Are people made to be that old? And in that way? Like little heaps of human who have everything behind them, and nothing ahead except the coffin? I don’t think so.

How many of them would choose for a dignified end? Because a dignified existence isn’t an option for so many of them. If you still don’t know what I’m talking about then I implore you to have a look in such a home for the very old. Look at the walkers. The wheelchairs with all kinds of supports in which old people are fed. People who sleep most of the day or have no clue what’s happening around them.

That’s not for me. I would like to keep this life and death in my own hands. Enough, after all, is enough. Also where life is concerned.

Geen leven. Maar ook geen dood.

Een bejaardentehuis. Een waar de heel oude mensen zitten. De mensen die bijna niets meer hebben om voor te leven, die letterlijk zitten te wachten op het einde. Ben je er wel eens geweest? Nee? Doe eens. Het is iets dat je ogen opent.

Ga er eens heen en kijk eens goed om je heen. Dat is waar de maatschappij ons heen stuurt. De mensen moeten steeds ouder worden vanwege de wetenschap en de gezondheidszorg. (Omdat we steeds ouder worden ‘mogen’ we ook steeds langer werken, ondanks dat er door de voortschrijdende automatisering steeds minder banen zijn, maar daarover misschien later eens.)

Zijn mensen wel gemaakt om zo oud te worden? En dan bedoel ik ‘zo’ ook als ‘op deze manier’? Als hoopjes mens die alles al achter zich hebben? Geen toekomst meer behalve de kist? Ik denk het niet.

Hoeveel van hen zouden voor een waardig einde kiezen? Een waardig bestaan zit namelijk voor velen van hen niet meer in. Als je niet weet wat ik bedoel dan vraag ik je met klem nogmaals in een hoogbejaardentehuis te gaan kijken. Naar de rollators, naar de rolstoelen met allerlei steunen waarin oude mensen gevoerd worden; mensen die het merendeel van de dag zitten te slapenof te suffen en die vaak niet eens meer beseffen wat er om hen heen gebeurt.

Geef mij dan maar het heft in eigen handen. Genoeg is tenslotte genoeg. Ook voor het leven.

I am not normal.

normal_people_scare_meI am not normal. And I’ll always do what I can to be not normal.

Why?

Consider what ‘normal’ is. Normal is what is considered the norm. The thing that most people do. That’s the norm. Many people these days don’t seem able to distinguish normal from civilised or humane or decent.

Is it normal to be afraid of the idiots that make up this ‘Islamic State’ (which has, in my opinion, very little to do with Islam and more with spreading fear and oppression)?

If you say, “yes, it’s normal to be scared of them“, then you are influenced by the media who focus on those folks. They instil the fear in you. And then you are normal. Following the norm. Following the trend that allows others to control and – even worse – manipulate you.

Step out of that box. Do your own thinking. The chances of being killed by someone from IS are far less than being shot in an American school (now there’s something uplifting). Stepping outside the box is scary. For some people it’s impossible, because they don’t even know there is a box.

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I won’t be normal. That doesn’t mean I’ll be a freak (although there’s nothing wrong with that once you’re outside the box). Remember there’s more than black and white. There are more than fifty shades of grey. Being different shouldn’t make you an oddball. Alas, the holy norm which decrees what’s normal will do just that. Don’t fit in? Then you need therapy! Like happened in Russia some decades ago. Like the US school system does these days. Like most of the manipulated, western world does.

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Leave it to the car

Many people do not want a self driving car. This is of course the human factor where the human wants to be in control of the machine.

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The ironic part in this is that the humans want power steering, power windows and more power options to the car so they don’t have to expend their own power. Leave that to the car. The humans also wants GPS navigation so they don’t have to look at maps and use their own brain power. Leave that to the car. Humans love the automatic wind shield wipers so they don’t have to switch them on themselves. Same goes for automatic lights coming on. Leave all that to the car. Or how about the car that won’t start when it detects you’ve had a few too many? Not even mentioning the people who love their stick shift, where the car tells them when to use it to be as fuel efficient as possible. Why not leave that to the car?

The latest nice thing I heard of is Lane Assist, where the humans don’t have to watch where they’re going in their car. The car will warn them if they get out of their lane. Easy. Leave that to the car. Of course you may hear the argument that this is a useful feature to keep you on the right track when you’re tired. Well, if you’re tired you should not be driving a car in the first place!

And still the humans think they are in control of their car.

Just leave it to the car…

A Christmas question for Muslims

Yes, you read that right.

I wonder how Muslims perceive Christmas. Most of the ‘white world’ is now submerged in the holy days that will last a week or perhaps longer for some. It’s nice to know that some people in that white world still remember what this Christmas is about (many know it is about a tree, presents, and love and peace on the dinner table).

Pagans have their own version of Christmas. It’s called Yule.  According to some well-informed Christians, Pagans stole Yule from Christmas. I am not going to comment on that as that discussion is as old as Yule. (Which is older than Christmas.)

So how do Muslims perceive this period? Do you shrug at it and go on? Do you engage in the celebrations because it’s as good a time to celebrate as other times?

And as I ponder this – is there an Islamic version of Christmas? Some kind of Allah-mis?

I really wonder and would appreciate some feedback. Please, no feedback of the scathing kind as that will be removed without mercy. (Christmas is about love and peace, remember? Just reminding you.)

Life and death.

Deaths in Paris.

Deaths in planes shot down.

Deaths in schools by trigger-happy humans.

And I am going to clean the bathroom…

There is no way I can even try to understand what makes these people do what they do.

Logically I can explain it. Influences. Hate-mongering. Mind-messing by twisted, sick individuals. But understand? No. I can’t. And I am proud of that. It lifts my mind out of their gutter.

I hate what happens and what happened, and from what the general direction of things is also what will still happen. The spreading of fear will go on for a while. Unfortunately. And it is hard to go against. A response with weapons doesn’t work.

Why is love and understanding so difficult…

I don’t want to be old that way

Sometimes you hear about, or talk to people whose parents don’t recognise them any more. That sounds sad. It’s even more sad when it happens to you. Like it did to me today. Dad was talking to me for a while already when suddenly he said, “The other one is coming too.” I asked him whom he was talking about. “Paul. He lives far away, and he has cats.”

Brain malfunctionWhen you hear that, it’s quite a shock. I told him I am that Paul. That surprised him. A little while later he started again about Paul. The one from Cuijk. Something like that makes me think.

Do I want to be old like that? Who does he think I am now? How often did he now know who I was before?

My Dad has been ‘slipping’ for a while already, and sometimes that’s hard to see. I know it’s hard on him as well; I can tell that from the look in his eyes and the pain in his voice. Everything becomes a jumble. Bookkeeping, computers, taxes, the past, the present, everything that once was and… perhaps even what never was? Today he told me, “It’s no good living like this.” He suffers from this too because he often has very clear moments and then he knows that in his head everything’s going wrong.

I don’t want to be old like that. When the time comes I want a dignified end. A good death. That is why I became a member of the Dutch Society for Euthanasia. Because, really, I don’t want to be old that way…