One thing I cannot understand is the "Shop my closet" trend. I mean, I do get it. Everyone loves the idea of getting a commission for clothes they are modeling without physically selling them at the store. Kinda like sponsors for Influencers. Except, making a video for a "home-made" (or anywhere made, to be honest, takes originality) campaign is something that I find thrilling and rather exciting, and actually see the results (see Safiya Nygaard on youtube, for example). We get to accompany the influencer's journey on a before and after and get the description (assuming they are speaking the truth), about which clothes they are wearing. But when an image is still and someone tells "buy these clothes, they look super good! Use my *discount* code to get X% off!", how are you supposed to trust them? Yes buy... At your own risk. "But it looked good on the model!" The "model", who is a slim, thin and elegantly wasted looking figur

Hello dear reader. First of all let me thank you for keeping up with my blog if you do, and let me also apologize as I try to update every other day, sometimes it's hard for me because I think it would come out as bothersome for you. So today I was (again) figuring out what to do with my life and I think I have a pretty good idea. Although to be able to conclude it, I need some sort of marketing experience, which I have exactly none. Perhaps you don't know, but I'm not really a fan of universities/colleges or any institution that would force me to stay there for the minimum amount of 3 years to get a degree. (Oh no, commitment problems y'all!) I always thought that there were other good opportunities to get the experience, even if 98% of the jobs ask for a graduate degree. Shortcuts. Life is made for shortcuts, losers. Anyway, I started searching again online, but this time for something specific, such as marketing. Before, there were languages, psychology, cri

First of all, let me start with a selfie. Today. Just because this is a post about the latest thing I figured it works for me. I'm not sure why would you be interested in it, but if you try it for yourself and it does work, leave me a comment.  Also with my favorite song, which kinda sets the mood for the whole post; A brief introduction: I lived in exclusion, by my own initiative from the world since 2012. It has been 6 years, I finally understood what's been wrong about me; I stopped talking to myself: my creative ideas stopped flowing, my language skills dropped and my overall intelligence (not much, still valuable) also deceased (decreased). I started doubting myself because of constant opinionated people in my life, going from "the world is mine" to "I'm a pathetic excuse of a person who's aiming for a mediocre life just because everyone else is doing it." I said "I'm ready to surrender  my dreams and settle. I'

It's 9:50 am and I am staring at a blank page, thinking about what I am going to say on my first post, ever. I've run blogs before, but let's just say that they failed. Miserably. I've decided that this one is going to be completely spontaneous: meaning, I won't create texts to please anyone, but I am going to try to fit in and more importantly, keep this updated. Not that anyone will read it, I believe. I'm a part-time goth after all. The term "part-time goth" came onto my mind whilst I was making fun of myself. Yeah, I do that a lot. I work in a place where they don't allow us to have make-up, different hair colors or even painted nails. Because we work with unprepared food goods, they state that "nail polish can scrape on the thins of the coca-colas" (even though we use gloves), for example, and that the perfume can "pass on to the food" (even though it's practically everything wrapped up in plastic). So I'm