Fan Mail: “I will pray for you”

Some of the most annoying mails I receive are from people who believe they need to pray for me or belittle my decision to be an atheist in other ways, usually in a condescending tone.

This one is just the latest example:

praying for me

You should stop praying for me, because

– there is no god,

– your god doesn’t have jurisdiction over me because I didn’t vote for him/her/it,

– praying doesn’t help (Or did you already find your boyfriend, dream job and the pot of gold? And why are all your relatives dying of cancer?),

– it’s very presumptuous of you to believe that you know better what is good for me than I know myself.

Lastly, if you want to pray to and believe in someone, you are welcome to worship me. I am at least real. But please don’t send any more e-mails.

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I am craving you like crazy

My last thoughts before falling asleep are about you. When I wake up in the morning, you are the first thing I think about. And in between, I dream of you.

When we are together – which happens far too seldom – I wish time would stand still and we could indulge in the moment forever. I cherish every minute I spend with you and I soak up your beauty, your taste, your smell, knowing that after each of our encounters I will have to survive days – sometimes weeks – without seeing you again.

How am I supposed to stop thinking of you, when I know that you live and work not far from me? In the same town, just a few minutes away. I could walk by and observe you through the glass panes that separate us. But you might not notice me and I would stand there like a silly, hapless admirer. And my desire to hold you in my arms again would just grow, its unfulfillment tormenting me.

But then, on the other hand, it would hardly make any difference, for I am craving you like crazy all the time anyway.

I am talking, of course, about chocolate cake.

sachertorte

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Storks

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Störche2

Photographed on a hike from Targu Mures to Miercurea Nirajului in Romania.

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Ambulance on Sark

Sark, one of the Channel Islands, doesn’t have cars. People move around mostly on bicycle. There are also some horse-drawn carriages and a few tractors, mainly to pick up supplies from the harbour. There are so few people that license plates don’t display numbers, but the names of the owners, like “James” or “Andrew”.

And then there is this tractor to transport sick people in emergencies:

doctor tractorI did not fall sick or break my leg while on Sark.

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Why I don’t reply to your messages

My non-responsiveness to messages, e-mails and other forms of communication seems to have reached a new level. Or has anyone else received this warning from Facebook, saying that people “may be wondering why” I “haven’t responded to messages in a while”?

Facebook turn off messagesWell, I don’t want you all wondering about me for the rest of your life, so I’ll explain it here, once and for all.

I could give all kinds of reasons, explaining that I was too busy because:

  • I was reading a book.

    Don't disturb!

    Don’t disturb!

  • I was eating.
  • I was looking for bears.
  • I was sleeping.
  • I was out running.
  • I was on a long hike.
  • I am writing a book.
  • I didn’t have internet.
  • I was in hand-to-hand combat with an assassin who was after my life.
  • I am in the process of moving.
  • I was on a romantic date.
  • I lost my computer.

But I won’t.

Because it’s none of your business. I don’t owe an explanation to anyone about what I do with my time. It’s my life. Nobody is entitled to my time or attention.

Please don’t take it personally if I never reply to your e-mail! I don’t make a decision not to reply to you specifically. I receive so many messages every day that I wouldn’t even find the time to read them all without ruining my life. So, if I haven’t responded, chances are I haven’t even read your e-mail or message. Maybe I will. One day. When I’ll be sick and tied to a hospital bed. But actually, even then I hope that someone will bring me books which are more interesting than the 2,350th request for my opinion on a legal problem.

On the other hand, don’t give up hope. Sometimes I reply after months or years (some of you will be dead by the time you hear from me). I just don’t see the urgency in most of your communication, so don’t freak out if you haven’t heard from me by next morning. The only matters which are truly urgent are those that involve dying people (and I am not a doctor, so I can’t help) and ongoing revolutions (the latter are very interesting to me, so please put “ongoing revolution” in your subject line if you happen to be in the process of overthrowing your government).

I understand that it’s probably important to you what you e-mail about. But unless you have reason to assume that it’s more important to me than all the other exciting and rewarding things I could do with my life, don’t disturb. Thank you. If you think that what you have to say is of general importance, then write a book or a blog. This way, people can choose to read it or not.

Talking about books and blogs, maybe it will discourage you from e-mailing me if you know that I will publish some of the silliest or most annoying e-mails I receive. You don’t want to be among those, do you?

Now to the upside of this restrictive policy: If you do get a reply from me, you know that you are one of the lucky few.

I liked the time of letters. If someone had to get paper and ink and sit down for an hour and then buy stamps and take it to the post office, there was a natural barrier against spam and thoughtless communication. Maybe there should be a fee for each e-mail or message that people send, possibly with exceptions for pre-approved friends. See, these are the kind of good ideas when you don’t allow others to distract you. I am off to the Patent Office…

bookworm dont disturb

This could be me.

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How to become a Millionaire

I don’t know why so many people are obsessed with becoming millionaires – or of those who already are, with becoming billionaires. I don’t get the point of collecting more wealth than you can spend.

But oddly enough, without striving for it, I have developed a fool-proof plan to become a millionaire. As I am rather opposed to material wealth, I am not going to implement it myself, but I will generously share it with all of you. But be warned that becoming a millionaire will not make you happy! – I can see you don’t believe me…

So here’s the 5-step plan:

  1. You need an initial investment of around 999$(US). If you don’t have that, you’ll have to work for a month or sell your car.
  2. Buy a ticket to Vietnam. Depending from where you start, this will cost you between 100$ and 900$. 
  3. After you arrive, you buy a Coca Cola or a banana and pay with a 50$-note.
  4. You will get a bit more than 1,000,000 Vietnamese dong in return. Plus the drink or the banana, of course.
  5. Now you are happy because you are a millionaire.

Vietnamese Dong currency

In step 6, you will realize what a silly, shallow and pointless goal you had set yourself. Depending on your personal level of wisdom, the time between step 5 and step 6 may vary from 30 seconds to 30 years. The same applies to the time that is required to recognize the deeper meaning behind this article. Some will die without getting it.

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Paragliding above the Pyramid

paraglider chickPhotographed tonight in Targu Mures, Romania.

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Public Horses

In addition to the perfectly developed bus and train network in Romania, in the summer months you can also opt for public horses.

ÖPNV

Right outside of most towns (in the photo: Targu Mures) grazing horses are on stand-by. If you need to go to the next town and you don’t want to walk the whole day, you take a blanket, pull it over the nag, ask a passing hobo to help you mount the horse, and off you go!

In the next town, you park the horse on a lush meadow where it will fill itself up and wait for the next passenger. If you want to experience the Wild West in Europe, you need to travel or ride east.

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When the Sun is Playing Moon

Yesterday in Targu Mures, Romania:

sun-moon

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Fan mail: Jealousy

Some people really take Facebook too seriously.

Facebook jealousyBecause I only check my messages once every few weeks, the guy had already deactivated his profile by the time I saw his threats, his change of heart and his apology. Maybe he got killed in a jealousy-related gunfight.

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