I'll never forget how in 2023-ish there was a post on Instagram about the difficulties Ukrainian refugees face in the UK and I commented with my own experience to support the sentiment, and in response a helpful™ person from the US told me to just move to the US, what did I expect when refugee-ing to the UK, the US would've been much better. And I might have been at least nice about my response had they not been extremely condescending, but they infuriated me so much that I said, "I would feel safer in Kyiv now than in the US any day".
Anyway this has been aging rapidly since I said it first and it horrifies me how true this rings today.
Move to Ukraine, at least we have affordable healthcare!
Followed a Wikipedia source in hopes of finding something useful for my essay about Kafka's Metamorphosis and stumbled upon something much better
Tumblr proceeded to collectively inform me that tomato juice is a thing absolutely everywhere. My question now is how the fuck did I manage to live in the UK for three years and not see tomato juice in a single Tesco/Sainsbury's. Ukrainian exceptionalism goggles or whatever
I mentioned tomato juice in my last post, so here's a tomato juice story for your amusement.
Scene: London, UK.
Time: late 2024.
Dramatis personae:
Me, a Ukrainian, craving tomato juice like it's the only thing that can save my life.
My beloved flatmate, also a Ukrainian, going through a chronic illness flare that causes horrible brain fog.
Flatmate: I'm going to the Polish shop. Do you want anything?
Me: I do have a request, but I feel like you'll refuse to have THAT in our fridge.
Flatmate: ???
Me: Tomato juice. I'm craving tomato juice. I want tomato juice SO BAD.
Flatmate: ...only because I love you.
An hour later, my beloved flatmate enters the kitchen with a bag full of Polish groceries. I salivate at the thought of my tomato juice and run up to them.
Flatmate: Okay so I was picking between spicy and not spicy, and decided that you would want it not spicy. Here.
They proceed to hand me the following:
Me: I mean, I'll give you that, it's not spicy.
Flatmate considers terminating the lease on the spot.
Exeunt.
I am going to [remembers that jokes about suicide are detrimental to myself and others] Scarborough Fair.
Please PLEASE PLEASE someone tell me if there is a video of my post with Subway Surfers or Minecraft in the background. I need it to know I can die peacefully.
One of the biggest issues of moving to England as a person who is Ukrainian AND neurodivergent is not knowing how to answer the small talk question of "how are you", but today I was reminded that Ukrainian blessed me with the phrase that roughly translates as "living is hard but dying would be a pity" and can we please naturalise it so I can use it all day every day
Shout-out to our creative writing tutors at uni who chose THIS header image for our graduation project's moodle page:
Yeah. They get it.
Okay I'm so sorry for double posting this but I must add the image I accidentally found on a website for "families of persons with BPD" while researching for my Kafka essay
I want to show you an actual training slide from my customer service job that I had to see yesterday.
Why are Russia and China so big? Don't worry about it, that just happened during the big bang. They just spawned like that dude. Colonization only happens with America or something. Don't worry about it.
The same "he". To me
He died doing what he loved. Being fatally injured.
"Vladimir, STOP!" is unfortunately killing me
tv shows used to have episodes....
Fledging Ukrainian translator and writer. t.me/hoovering_the_motherlandrussians DNI please
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