Ignorance, Rage and The Simple Necessities of Life

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     These lovely individuals walked in about twenty minutes ago and "szigany" "gypsy."  As I was the only other person in the restaurant at the time, I assume they were speaking about/towards me.  I ignored them.  After calling Miana multiple times, I knew I'd have to sit with the impending rage.  I wanted to speak to her in Hungarian to let these most wonderful individuals know that I understood what they said.  She didn't answer; I was fuming internally 🤬 Instead, of yelling outwardly, I put my headphones in, they were still whispering.

     You know, now that I've had time to reflect, this was a good thing.  On my walk back from Tompa city center, I thought about how I want to be left alone to camp.  Well, with their exclamation of such derogatory comments,  I WILL be left alone.  Thank God for the kind restaurant owner.

Side note:  I really need to get the weight down on Csiga.  By fate, I walked the way I needed to go towards my next destination today.  I don't want to be so exhausted while going from place to place.  I want to enjoy my time.  I need to be really strict and serious with myself about what I do and don't need.  There is a list of what could possibly be eliminated but I don't know if it will be enough.  Simply getting rid of clothing won't affect the weight significantly.  The metal, some of my pieces for upcycling; I need the weight gone.  The issues with ridding myself of this weight is that I may need to put it back due to another necessity.  I don't want to haphazardly throw things away; the whole point of this journey is to produce and/or accumulate less waste.  An option is to leave the things next to the trash bin with a note on them: Usable Items

     When I left Poland about three years ago, I had a backpack and a handbag.  Now, I have all these things, for which I am profoundly grateful, but, it's too much.

     De-rusting and oiling Csigas' chain was intended to help me ride smoother, I supposed.  However, I ended up walking with instead of on Csiga for almost twenty hours.  My feet hurt, my knee aches, I'm tired.  This is what I don't want; I don't want to drain myself every trip, I want to enjoy people, Earth.

     Thise assholes reminded me of what I don't like about Hungary...the continued, blatant, willful ignorance against those to which some feel so superior.  I miss my friends in Szeged, Fehérvar and Budapest.  Why are people so fucking ignorant?

     Every day I challenge myself.

     Every challenge usually includes dealing with, addressing, not suppressing anger, my anger.

     It's automatic for me.  I love it.  I don't like it.  It's always been there for me.  I don't want to forget it.  I don't want it to consume me.


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