As always, I don’t know what the best version of myself is.
I see people, mostly guys, who can easily connect with others, mostly girls, and I feel I can’t do that. I can’t find simple, everyday topics that interest them or keep a conversation going for long, and I end up feeling like I’ve failed. I don’t like awkward silences or looks, and I can sense that discomfort in others, so I usually step away and let them be.
Maybe it’s not really failure, just a moment passing without my involvement, and that’s okay. At other times, I can talk to all kinds of people about almost anything, so I shouldn’t see this as a failure. It’s simply a moment that isn’t mine, one that belongs to others.
Today I visited the genocide museum, which was heartbreaking, and I was about to break down in tears. How could they? The answer is easy, it's in their religion and their culture, but you must be so evil to do such a horrible thing, and they did it! We shall never stop talking about it. because history repeats itself. The same religious people did it again in 2020 by attacking Artsakh and pushing away its people, and no one seems to bother them. something must be done, something forever and for good.
I wanted to discuss this with the staff at my hotel, but I couldn't find a good time, and it's not a good feeling. I leave it at that, yet this story is unfinished.
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