Fail proof future

Dreams, old dreams, childhood dreams might not work the way they were imagined far away in the past for today's grownup. Had, still have plenty of them (next in line my bucket list for the next 10 years, rubbish I'd like to sort out) but how many of them still stand, am I still happy with most of them ? I don't think so, something needs to be done ... imagine me entering my field of dreams as a deranged half communist jerk with a sickle in the hand chopping down anything which doesn't fit my thoroughly tuned selective program. Blood guts and gore, the rusty sickle chops tirelessly, I'm not falling again for one of my old dreams, if I'm not fully happy with the end result it gets chopped the fuck out (or canceled), just imagine ending up owning this stupid object:

actually it doesn't sound that bad, still it has a great potential for being a stupid thing, after all I've got this in my head ever since my kindergarten attendance. Turned out that my brave and old dream of moving out in a far away country without any legal forms, as a tourist who decided to stay wasn't so neato as I thought it would be. Perhaps my expectations were to high, perhaps I wasn't expecting to see beggars, hobos, junky deadbeat couples, frightening neighborhoods maybe these things make it the wild vest. As time passed things added up, something inside me was screaming and definitely I couldn't be bothered into investing time into it nor make any sort of plans, got so disappointed with the entire story I locked myself into some sort of protective force field (maybe I was feed up for being told that I've got to much spare time for reading/watching/listening random stuff I'm interested in, at some point I didn't even bother yap yap background noise) just waited for the time to pass, get on the plane and fly the fuck away from that place. My dear and much beloved cousins who were so happy for having me there couldn't understand whats the deal with my permanently long face and I couldn't explain it either, they were quite disappointed with me. What looked like an awesome thing to do as a student doesn't sound good at all right now and I wouldn't fancy working as a fucking earth shaman on the other side of the planet. Anyway I enjoyed my visit there as a tourist, seen some really nice places, had some nice food and enough delicious fast food which should suffice for the next 5 years. Based on this experience amongst many other things I learned that an "action plan" update is needed once in a while. So after 10 pounds lost or as I prefer it 5 kilograms our departure date has come and somehow after the 1st 2 hour flight towards our destination I felt awesome again, I could feel my nice aura of badassery handsomeness growing back, while taking a majestic dookie in the airport restroom I was listening to the awesome announcements they were broadcasting:
"Mr. Catslinger you're expected for boarding on gate whatever"
"Ms. O'Balls wank meeting in the conference hall"
who is called Catslinger or better yet who the fuck understands those announcements ?
Home and dry as they say, lets check Mr. Marley's new song out this time featuring the mop head known as Skrillex:


Genug mit dem rum ficken, ich gehe schlafen !