johnbaathlocke
Tourist
This is just a aesop story that I thought about sharing in case it helps someone.
(Note, I ended up writing bit too long so it's enough to read In Summary part)
Barely a year ago, I changed cities and after awhile in the city that I am currently in, I had a one month stay in some village that was really lame since me and (some) my family didn't have smartphones but only some old laptop that could at least run PS1 games at the least. The cold autumn was lame nothing to do or anything to watch on the TV other than some translated reality pawn shops in america. I would mostly play games and don't do much else. There was a dog there, a big shepherd dog that would keep coming to the relatives house we stayed at in order to get food. I would feed him and her female? yeah I guess that was it. I wouldn't really do much sexual stuff other than me curiously poking his things once which he didn't reply much nor I have done anything with that female. They both smelled horrible but they were nice dogs that I would walk and pet with in the desolate village that looked and sounded like Chernobyl with so many of the people there being deceased.
When we finally moved to the house in the city. I thought about the dogs and they would be probably fine since people in the village who helped us a lot knew me playing with my dog and stuff. I sadly couldn't go on bus trips because we were too poor and I was jobless so I called them once after a while about how they were doing and about my dogs which ended with them telling me how the government "took them away" a lot of time ago in a very regular voice. Whenever I search about these government shelters in this country I keep seeing photos of concrete prisons (not far from the province I live one of them) where dogs keep cannibalizing each other because apparently government doesn't even bother to end their misery. Whenever I talk about this to my family how it might be my own fault they got caught after I low key anchored them to the house, I get told that I am a dumb kid who thinks about things so much so I guess that's it. Past is past and I am wasting my time just like how I wasted my DSLR by not taking any pictures of him because I honeslty cared more about the time spent together than some shutter clicks and as someone knows how it's like to lose a relative and stay in the same village where her grave is, time washes the pains easily if you don't have pictures in your device.
I rarely go to that village anymore and when I do all I hear is constant tinnitus because even wind doesn't see it worth visiting it much and all the animals are gone (either my dogs or some Golden and even some small guard dog of some house) except these cats who people love so much and won't stop talking about how they are feeding them so much while they don't even reacted when I saw them even thought I fed them while I was there back in the day. The empty streets and houses (along with now demolished house of one of my relatives who talked about hungry dogs stealing her chickens) and that weird empty creepy feeling I have is all there is to it other than anger I have for cats a little bit or that shopkeeper woman who when I asked him where the dogs went, replied with how dogs were scaring their children or some other thing. (Echo TJ route spoilers
Now they only live in my memories of days past.
Looking back, I keep thinking how I might have prevented all of this if I insisted a bit more bought some collars for the dogs (so I could write my phone number) when I heard the news of us finally moving to the city when I thought about buying some small cages for a "lone wolf" white cat in the village. The only thing that kept me was the poor family not letting me buy some cage because we were too poor and removing some cat from her habitat wasn't a good idea so maybe all of this could be prevented if I wasn't such a wimp but too bad past is only for regrets... and lessons.
A similar interesting but short story is that, we found a really small puppy around the factory and management didn't like it urinating and defecating the storage which my master insisted putting it to so it was taken out while we were away. It came close to the factory once but I couldn't leave my post to put it in box in order to take home with the manager watching so this time it was an another inaction but a less of an wimp inaction so it hurts lot less besides when we first found him we had to push on the car passing by that we saw her first so it was ours so I someone with money enough for a car probably took her.
The lesson is that, it's not really a good idea to expect people you don't explictly order something from them to do something you think they might do or expecting strays to survive without tags but most important of all, how so often and it's always worse to have consequences of inaction as opposed to consequences of action. When I didn't act by pushing my family for some cage or some cheap collar it ended with who knows what happened to my dogs. The consequences of this was the only lesson being what I wrote earlier and constant regrets. Perhaps if I pushed a little bit more about that, they might have been alive or something. Even other example is how if I pushed further and broke rules/orders we might not have been homeless when we came to this city or if I pushed a bit lower at least I could have kept my electronics and keep my Beretta with me when it came to backpacking plans of our eviction in the old city. In the least I pushed just enough to have my clothes with me which goes to show, I regret how my inaction costed some of my really good stuff while my action saved me from not having clothes other than what I allready had on me.
In Summary, not doing something and having the consequences leads only to regrets and self blaming while dealing with the causes of your actions makes you feel like you are planning stuff and taking risks but even then there are always lights at the ends of tunnels. Who knows, other than how I feel like I caused death of my dogs by my inaction to get some collars, maybe if I pushed more in the old city and called relative for housing help, I wouldn't come to this city homeless but I wouldn't never meet the dogs but instead be a poor university student on no job major instead of a working youngster with responsibilities who feeds his family or if I accepted "if you want to work here" offer of the restaurant I worked here, I would never get into the eh decent factory job of mine and never get to meet the dogs I get to feed in a daily basis. It's almost like life is some choose your own story novel or whatever it's called and what matters the most is always focusing on what is good as opposed to succumbing down to the cons of the situation but instead focusing on how to improve as opposed to scumbing down and your situation causing inactions which cause even more regrets while consequences of actions give experience that let you do better and better actions which makes you self improve. Every night I do daily analysis and it's a good thing. It's also lot less to feel sad for regrets over actions since experience makes cognitive conscious risk taking and chocies
Now, all I can say is even thought I honestly don't know how some short shorty ended up so long and sorry for my lame writing being super long so apart from random aesop in a really long writing I thought my village story could educate someone to ... idk. thanks for enduring my writing.. As ending to this lump of text, unwashed puppy through the lens of the coworkers smartphone.
(Note, I ended up writing bit too long so it's enough to read In Summary part)
Barely a year ago, I changed cities and after awhile in the city that I am currently in, I had a one month stay in some village that was really lame since me and (some) my family didn't have smartphones but only some old laptop that could at least run PS1 games at the least. The cold autumn was lame nothing to do or anything to watch on the TV other than some translated reality pawn shops in america. I would mostly play games and don't do much else. There was a dog there, a big shepherd dog that would keep coming to the relatives house we stayed at in order to get food. I would feed him and her female? yeah I guess that was it. I wouldn't really do much sexual stuff other than me curiously poking his things once which he didn't reply much nor I have done anything with that female. They both smelled horrible but they were nice dogs that I would walk and pet with in the desolate village that looked and sounded like Chernobyl with so many of the people there being deceased.
When we finally moved to the house in the city. I thought about the dogs and they would be probably fine since people in the village who helped us a lot knew me playing with my dog and stuff. I sadly couldn't go on bus trips because we were too poor and I was jobless so I called them once after a while about how they were doing and about my dogs which ended with them telling me how the government "took them away" a lot of time ago in a very regular voice. Whenever I search about these government shelters in this country I keep seeing photos of concrete prisons (not far from the province I live one of them) where dogs keep cannibalizing each other because apparently government doesn't even bother to end their misery. Whenever I talk about this to my family how it might be my own fault they got caught after I low key anchored them to the house, I get told that I am a dumb kid who thinks about things so much so I guess that's it. Past is past and I am wasting my time just like how I wasted my DSLR by not taking any pictures of him because I honeslty cared more about the time spent together than some shutter clicks and as someone knows how it's like to lose a relative and stay in the same village where her grave is, time washes the pains easily if you don't have pictures in your device.
I rarely go to that village anymore and when I do all I hear is constant tinnitus because even wind doesn't see it worth visiting it much and all the animals are gone (either my dogs or some Golden and even some small guard dog of some house) except these cats who people love so much and won't stop talking about how they are feeding them so much while they don't even reacted when I saw them even thought I fed them while I was there back in the day. The empty streets and houses (along with now demolished house of one of my relatives who talked about hungry dogs stealing her chickens) and that weird empty creepy feeling I have is all there is to it other than anger I have for cats a little bit or that shopkeeper woman who when I asked him where the dogs went, replied with how dogs were scaring their children or some other thing. (Echo TJ route spoilers
I once played a furry game called Echo due to suggestion and there was a similar feeling. There is a scene where lead character decides to go intimate too fast on a devoted Christian who goes quiet on his face making up himself up angry and scary which makes him go what and punch lead character. Lead characters thinks about how he ran away and the driver fled with the car as the birds stop chriping and it becomes dark in the forest all by himself and nothing else
Now they only live in my memories of days past.
Looking back, I keep thinking how I might have prevented all of this if I insisted a bit more bought some collars for the dogs (so I could write my phone number) when I heard the news of us finally moving to the city when I thought about buying some small cages for a "lone wolf" white cat in the village. The only thing that kept me was the poor family not letting me buy some cage because we were too poor and removing some cat from her habitat wasn't a good idea so maybe all of this could be prevented if I wasn't such a wimp but too bad past is only for regrets... and lessons.
A similar interesting but short story is that, we found a really small puppy around the factory and management didn't like it urinating and defecating the storage which my master insisted putting it to so it was taken out while we were away. It came close to the factory once but I couldn't leave my post to put it in box in order to take home with the manager watching so this time it was an another inaction but a less of an wimp inaction so it hurts lot less besides when we first found him we had to push on the car passing by that we saw her first so it was ours so I someone with money enough for a car probably took her.
The lesson is that, it's not really a good idea to expect people you don't explictly order something from them to do something you think they might do or expecting strays to survive without tags but most important of all, how so often and it's always worse to have consequences of inaction as opposed to consequences of action. When I didn't act by pushing my family for some cage or some cheap collar it ended with who knows what happened to my dogs. The consequences of this was the only lesson being what I wrote earlier and constant regrets. Perhaps if I pushed a little bit more about that, they might have been alive or something. Even other example is how if I pushed further and broke rules/orders we might not have been homeless when we came to this city or if I pushed a bit lower at least I could have kept my electronics and keep my Beretta with me when it came to backpacking plans of our eviction in the old city. In the least I pushed just enough to have my clothes with me which goes to show, I regret how my inaction costed some of my really good stuff while my action saved me from not having clothes other than what I allready had on me.
In Summary, not doing something and having the consequences leads only to regrets and self blaming while dealing with the causes of your actions makes you feel like you are planning stuff and taking risks but even then there are always lights at the ends of tunnels. Who knows, other than how I feel like I caused death of my dogs by my inaction to get some collars, maybe if I pushed more in the old city and called relative for housing help, I wouldn't come to this city homeless but I wouldn't never meet the dogs but instead be a poor university student on no job major instead of a working youngster with responsibilities who feeds his family or if I accepted "if you want to work here" offer of the restaurant I worked here, I would never get into the eh decent factory job of mine and never get to meet the dogs I get to feed in a daily basis. It's almost like life is some choose your own story novel or whatever it's called and what matters the most is always focusing on what is good as opposed to succumbing down to the cons of the situation but instead focusing on how to improve as opposed to scumbing down and your situation causing inactions which cause even more regrets while consequences of actions give experience that let you do better and better actions which makes you self improve. Every night I do daily analysis and it's a good thing. It's also lot less to feel sad for regrets over actions since experience makes cognitive conscious risk taking and chocies
Now, all I can say is even thought I honestly don't know how some short shorty ended up so long and sorry for my lame writing being super long so apart from random aesop in a really long writing I thought my village story could educate someone to ... idk. thanks for enduring my writing.. As ending to this lump of text, unwashed puppy through the lens of the coworkers smartphone.
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