MagdaleneAnne Blog ★: 2020

As I mentioned in the previous post, I recently celebrated (really, every year there is a little special day on the calendar!) The fifth birthday of my blog, which is simply - five years since I stopped stifling my thoughts and complaining to the "pillow", and started to share my experience with those who, for various reasons, wanted to participate in the process of my spiritual metamorphosis, from a wounded girl to a loving herself adult woman.

Seeing how this time passed through my fingers, a kind of nostalgia caught me, I began to remember how it all was, how the e-evolution went, how from a shy girl, afraid to add even a Facebook profile picture, I became who I am now - a person who is not afraid of anything and helps others to make their dreams come true, and the internet is one of the main tools of it. And so, following this thought path, I asked myself a question that took my thoughts for a long moment:

"Has the internet changed, have times changed, or have I become a different person?"

There used to be Snapchat, weekly snap-groups of bloggers, where each girl had her day of the week and then she was telling the story of her day or showing, talking about something specific that their viewers wanted to hear about, what they wanted to see...

Once upon a time, there were snaps of "single" bloggers, fully dedicated only to the subject of their blog, with tips, funny anecdotes, DIY shows, tutorials, quizzes, games, contests, or simply continuation of the topics discussed on the owner's blog.

Once upon a time, Snapchat was a hit without which the day was a wasted day. I remember having my own profiles... Private profile, blog profile, when I was a member of a blogging group, where every week I spent a few hours in front of the camera being happy on "my day", telling stories, interesting facts about life abroad, and answering questions... And all this was watched by two thousand people each time. Theoretically, that's nothing special, but then, years ago, it was extra special! And the satisfaction that they were watching, that they reacted, that they were interested! And now? Now I don't even remember what a Snap is at all, and once in a moon year, when I find the app and log in to my account, I can see that most of the people I watched don't add anything anymore. I wanna watch something that brings back good memories of what I used to do with the girls and find group snaps of bloggers... But I can forget, because all those that just over two years ago hit popularity top have stopped to exist, and the new ones were not created anymore, because this trend has become a thing of the past... My blogging profile? For almost three years I haven't logged in there even once. Ah, what was part of every day and a source of entertainment no longer exists today.

There used to be accounts on Instagram, Twitter dedicated to blogs, groups on Facebook, where life was vibing all the time, bloggers exchanged opinions, shared their new notes that appeared on Facebook forums at any time of the day or night. Happened all the time. These blogging communities were alive, group members made friends, planned and organized closed meetings of bloggers from a given region, writing about the same subject, to so many options to choose. It was colorful. I belonged to these groups and in these groups I made some valuable contacts that continue to the current time, despite the fact that years have passed since we exchanged the first "Hello" or rather we exchanged comments for the first time, because that was where it started. Today? These forums are frozen. They actually don't function. Hardly anyone is there, there are a few notes a day, maybe a week, maybe a month, there are no comments or conversations anymore, just a breath of coldness and nothingness, no reaction. I stopped following them, I stopped showing up, because people there are already living ghosts who only click copy-paste, without the slightest engagement. These groups are no longer alive. The old, laughing, various interactions are forgotten. And that's just a few years.

Once upon a time, anonymous portals reached the peak of popularity. Portals where people exchanged opinions, asked questions, answered, it was nice, you could meet cool people, laugh, learn something, or see the bottom of human stupidity, eat popcorn watching drama and sip cola while reading the scraps of gossipers... There was also an application where people sent each other anonymous notes, asked questions that could be answered via insta or snap, by publishing their answers on the online story... Those were the times, not so old, but already the Stone Age.

Is it a different internet, different times, has it really happened, have I changed so much that this is how I perceive the above-described elements of my way through the web and social media travel, comparing the present with its beginning and seeing them as extinct?

It's finally time for the quintessence and something that I regret to say but I don't understand.

There used to be blogs. Lots of blogs. Valuable blogs. Bloggers were great people. And now? There are not. Even my "professional" friends have long since stopped writing because they didn't want to. The blogosphere is emptying, wasting away, texts of any value are rare, and what, unfortunately, is the most common? "Fashion" bloggers and girls pouring out the contents of their vanity case, or horror of horrors - "blogs" containing one sentence and the same, extremely low quality photos. What happened? Is it a lack of enthusiasm, or a desire to be more "trendy" and an escape to YouTube, or pure laziness and choosing the photo description on insta, instead of running a separate blog in the Internet? I don't know and I probably prefer not to know because it's scary.

Well... Five years. Five different stages and discovering the nooks and crannies of the internet. Is it a time machine or is it my different point of view? Or maybe you also have similar conclusions?

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Beautiful, long-haired, flirting with pilots, tall lady on high heels, legs long to the sky, smiling, sympathetic, elite, nice smelling and nice-looking to make passengers enjoy the flight. This description sounds familiar?

How many times when you heard the word "stewardess" such a picture came to your mind? There are plenty of stereotypes and stories about flight attendants. Over the years, thousands of them have been created, from generation to generation framed in a spicy and sparkling aureola, they have grown to the rank of legends about dragons and unicorns. How many of these beliefs passed from grandmothers to grandchildren are true? I will probably surprise you - none. Most of them not only are not real, but are also harmful, painful and very unfair to people doing this job.

Silly girls for whom only beautiful appearance, money, nice photos in uniforms and prestige count. Running on high heels and shaking their butt in front of the pilots, having nothing in their heads and living romance. Girls who are unfit for life, unable to have a long term relationship, for whom marriage and kids are the words deleted from the dictionary. Avoiding commitments, frequently changing partners, having a different guy at every airport and in every country, they probably slept with half of the world, of course. They will be old maids, they'll never settle their lives, nobody will want them, hussies.

They can only smile, look beautiful and walk like queens, waitresses in the air. They serve food and clean up the trash, what they're paid for, pfff. What's so difficult about it? Empty dolls. Someone should speak to them reasonably, how can they live like that! They'll have a job until they're thirty, and when they stop being pretty, they'll have nowhere to live, without any money or perspectives, because they will no longer be needed by anyone. They'll regret the wasted time.

"I wonder how many pilots she has already slept with"

"I have to watch them out, because they may pick up my husband on the plane."

"Maybe I can get one of them? They like quick adventures."

"I will tell her some dirty words, maybe she'll come to me"

What about stewards? Ah, those unfaithful guys, pick up girls on their uniforms when their woman stays at home and thinks she is loved. Men living on taking girls to bed, after all, have so many opportunities to catch, they've probably created an international collection. They are lucky, women coming to them like to gold, surely many men could be jealous of them. Ah poor their partners, constantly cheated and betrayed. But wait, all flying men are gay! It's such a feminine profession, no real man does it!

"I'll talk to him, he'll probably go easy, he's just waiting for fun."

"Gay, real men don't serve people."

"Male doll, humiliates himself."

Such sick and humiliating stereotypes, arising from the too big imagination, and above all the ignorance and lack of knowledge of those who create and spread them, are misleading, offensive and simply harmful, and as close to the truth as the rabbit is to the dragon.

Those who say such nonsense are none other than people who have never ever in their lives had anything to do with either aviation or cabin crew, and the only thing they speak about is pictures and stereotypes heard from other people, so it's closed circle.

If only they knew those working in planes privately, they would know that they are really normal people, loving, having long-term relationships, families, husbands, wives, kids, creating a normal life and relationships with others, just rich in lot of great experiences, exploring the world, new cultures, places, nations, with very broad (on the contrary to people living stereotypes) horizons. Not just singles and playboys, as it seems to some people.

Flight attendants are not stupid and empty dolls who jump on pilots and are unable to hold their legs together. They are not slutty girls who are looking for erotic adventures under the camouflage of business trips. They are not cute idiots who can only smile and serve drinks in the air, with no perspectives for the future. They are decent, wise and educated people with experience and excellent perspectives for the future. They are women with passions who, apart from work, have their settled life in the place where they live and don't change their partners all the time.

Stewards are not male Barbie dolls who have been stripped of their masculinity and told to serve others. They don't do this job just to pick up as many girls as possible and be able to brag amongst their friends. They don't lead a double, triple or quadruple life with many women at the same time. Many of them are husbands and fathers, faithful and loving, and not, as it seems, womanizers using uniforms to get mistresses.

And above all else, all those who live in misconceptions and think that flight attendants are just waitresses in the air, should think about about one thing: who would help them and what would they do if something bad happened during the flight, fainting, heart attack, stroke, epilepsy attack, panic attack, childbirth, cardiac arrest or even death, which, contrary to appearances, are not a script from an action movie, but reality that happens more often than anyone might think. Who would help them if an emergency occurred? Who would show them where and what to do, what to use to save themselves? Surely cola and cake, right?

Exactly. Maybe by putting themselves in imagination in such a hypothetical situation they would understand that cabin crew are not on board just to look beautiful and give passengers meals, but above all, they are responsible for their lives and health, for saving them in an emergency, for securing their survival. Maybe they would understand that being a flight attendant is a damn responsible job that the stupid and the weak wouldn't be able to do.

I hope that at least some of the people who unfairly assess flight attendants will someday find out how much mistaken they are and that cabin crew are really people carrying their safety in their hands while flying and that these people can save their life. I hope that those people who live stereotypes will see the true reality and appreciate, and after their flight will feel gratitude for the efforts put into ensuring their good travel and safety.

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Many things happen on board the aircraft, less and more typical, funny and scary. I've been asked many times if something strange happened to me during work, something that I particularly remember, so today I will tell you about something what makes me laugh now, but then laughter was the last thing I could think about.

Have you ever met a stranger who looks identical, point to point the same as someone you know pretty well? Like someone who lives on the other end of the world? Not only looks but also speaks and acts like a clone? What was your reaction? Surprise, mirth, or maybe a prickle of excitement and fear?

Today, just thinking of those events, smile comes to my face and I burst out laughing, but that day I was terrified. Why?

So attention attention... Although today I don't know how it is even possible, why it automatically blocked me, then... I got scared of my passenger. A passenger who came to the galley as if nothing had happened, and innocently asked for a cup of cola. Yes, a flight attendant with several years of experience stood up, holding the ordered cups, with eyes wide open like a toad, mouth open and was not able to utter a single word except the only thing that came to my mind then "What the hell are you doing here?!". Fortunately, I managed to bite my tongue on time before I said something to this guy that I would regret at the moment of releasing these words from my mouth. Everything would be perfect, if not the fact that the unlucky passenger was amused by the whole incident, after which he stated that "We probably know each other from somewhere". Apparently, not only I had the impression that I was in a hidden camera and the situation was carefully directed and controlled from the hideout, and someone who was watching at that moment had fun of his life. Although, after all, someone took advantage of it, because a colleague working with me at the back almost suffocated from the laughter, and was close to pee from this hilarity.

In the end, a mysterious and embarrassing coincidence, ended with a concert of laughter among the crew, a thousands of thousands jokes and an analysis of a poor passenger a million times. The unlucky one became the hero of the day and a hot topic on Galley.fm radio.

And this way, from awkwardness to fun, the scared girl became a cheerful anti-stress and the atmosphere booster of the whole, long flight.

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For years, I've been told that I have to have limits. For years, I've been told not to stand out from the crowd. For years I listened not to tilt at windmills, because I won't get what I want.

Yes I will.

Last time (no, not coronavirus), showed me perfectly well how huge and unforgivable sin I committed against myself for over a dozen years of my life - the sin of limiting my ambitions, because older people stubbornly put it to my mind that it's not proper to do so...

Now, being at the point of my professional and private life, even in a geographical place where I am, I know that a few years ago, when I decided to break the patterns and follow my path completely different than it was planned for me, I gave myself the greatest gift, that I could create for myself, without knowing it. I gave myself freedom and strength. Strong enough to tread my own paths, break free from routine, narrow horizons and go for what I want.
It was my first step towards finding my true self. And later? Later it was just up, getting stronger, getting harder, getting higher. I have made many changes in my life, often extreme, risky and very sudden, every time my nose sniffed out that it was no longer the good position, that it wouldn't bring me anything good, wouldn't develop me or give me anything I expect.
People doubted my sober thinking and realistic view of the world, when I left this, left that... And started something completely new at the other end of the world (literally). I changed companies, moved to other countries, ended my wings-breaking relationships, climbed higher and higher because I knew I deserved more and I'm not going to accept less than I am worth.
People were shaking their heads, saying that something was wrong with me, that I was crazy... Maybe I am crazy, but thanks to all the changes I made, throwing myself into deep end and going to unknown places, now, after only a few years after starting my own path, I am on the top of the top of my dreams and goals, which not so long ago seemed to me something beyond my reach.

Take what they give you, they said... And I said no, I put my value above all and stopped accepting less than I deserve. As I left, I knew that leaving everything behind, I am going for the better, for what I wouldn't have had the chance to get staying behind.
And here and now I am a happy, successful and so incredibly happy person that words can't describe it. And yes, again on the other end of the world.

Last months have made me realize how grateful I am now for all this stubbornness, going against the grain, doing so in spite of many people and being meticulously sticking to the plan, no matter what. It made me realize how well I feel now, when everything I've gone through has exactly the effect I dreamed of, and even better. All I had to do was reach for what was mine and under no circumstances listen to people.

I have already learned to appreciate myself and not accept what is below my level and now I am the living proof to myself that where's the will there's a way. And you?

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It all started with rumors, strange rumors, then disbelief came, because so much false information was circulating around the world, probably this time would be the same. Epidemic. The flying people could feel the chill of the blade on their throats. Worldwide pandemic. Impossible. The worst fears have become a fact. Black clouds have accumulated over the aviation. The invisible attacker stuck the knife straight into the heart. The wings were tied up. They had to learn not to fly.

Anyone who knows anything about me, even quite little, also knows that I am totally obsessed with flying. Being a flight attendant is not only my job but also my life, my personality and my whole self. Taking away the opportunity to regularly climb into the clouds, is the same as if part of me was being pulled out by force, as if it was just mutilating me. And literally. Since the planes were grounded, what forced me to stay on the ground, in one place, without a shadow of a chance for my beloved journeys and admiring the world from a height of several kilometers above the ground, a tornado passed through my emotional life.

From the impression of a ridiculous joke and being in a hidden camera of a cruel reality show, through sadness, rage, panic and a sense of complete meaninglessness of anything. For the first time in a very long time, I felt depressed. Like deprived of oxygen, weak and defenseless. Literally. I was like a ticking bomb, sensitive to anything that was connected to flying in any way. I withered like a flower cut off from the water, doubting myself and crying at every possible occasion. I went through a mood swing worse than during pregnancy, feeling everything spin out of my control and being afraid of every next day, afraid that I'd never fly again.

Accepting the new reality and thing of the virus and the situation it caused was not easy. At the beginning, when I heard about it, I worked as if nothing had happened and I thought it was another media sensation, just so people had something to talk about. I lived (as it turned out illusively), hoped that it wouldn't be so bad and everything would work out. I guess that most of the flying people and not only hoped for the same. And when it turned out that instead of going in the right direction, everything was heading towards a global catastrophe that ended in drama, especially for aviation and grounding of aircraft for an indefinite period, I felt like in a cage that was still tightening and choking me, depriving me of power and hope. The poor condition of my beloved industry also had an extremely strong impact on my condition, on my well-being, which deteriorated sharply. The black hole, breakdown, it wasn't colorful.

Until the moment when I managed to revive hope, good thoughts, revive memories and transform them into a new plan, change memories into a plan for a better, much more intense future, when everything blooms again. Until the moment I believed that the end of evil is really close and soon the skies will embrace me again, the world will be open, and there will be new places and adventures I have never experienced. Meanwhile, so far, there's a need to focus on your own health, both physical and mental, take care of it, develop what you lacked time for, while flying, trust the process and soon take off high into the clouds again. Maybe the effect of caring for what has been treated so loose before, will soon exceed the wildest expectations?

If you, like me, lack of work and grounding have twisted mentally and drained energy and hope that it will be alright - remember, everything will be alright, really. We will fly again soon, higher and farther than ever before. Soon we will set off again into the unknown and our wings will become the strongest ever. Just a little time more. We have to survive it. After all, evil doesn't last forever, right?

#UnitedBySky

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Today's article will be written from a very personal perspective, my own feelings, experiences, doubts and weaknesses. If you don't agree, don't analyze, don't compare, don't make fun. Just forget, ignore, move on.

She lives, walks, breathes, wanders in the clouds and with great curiosity in her eyes tries to discover the world and what life has to offer her. But she doesn''t want just what life will bring her. She wants something more. She wants to make her dreams come true. She knows that she doesn't fit the environment she lives in, and that environment doesn't fit her. She almost physically feels the limits that puts on her. And she is so overwhelmed by this, she's so sick of this, that she tries to defend herself in all ways possible. Defend her different point of view, view of ther world where borders don't exist. Where she can go everywhere and do everything. But she is still too young to take over and follow her own path. She grits her teeth and waits, promising herself that she will survive and fight for her own happiness where she wants to be, just as she wants to live. But then she starts to create something of her own that gave her the opportunity to express herself. Something that started to bear fruit. However, this was just the beginning.

Years have passed, the hated chapter was closed, life began to blossom, the first successes became a reality, along the way, smaller and larger, but that was not enough. It was never enough. After each achievement there was a burning sense of hunger of more. Willingness to go for more. A dreamer, people said, she imagines too much. But this dreamer knew that she wouldn't stop until she gets everything that is in her heart. Ambitiously, yeah? Permanent push to the goal, fight for hers, pulling her claws like a lion. Climbing higher and higher and higher. A constant struggle to improve herself and her life.

Traveling the world, doing what she loves, fulfilling her whims, successes at work, in private life, successful ventures, growing reach, more and more influence. One was chasing the other, and yet - she still wanted to go for more, because resting on her laurels was out of any question. Every time the dream came true and the goal was achieved, this well-known internal whisper appeared: "You can afford more. You can more". Without reaching the top, there was no peace of mind, and when one top was reached - the game began again, because there were more, much more tempting and higher, which had to be reached.

More and more ambitious plans, more and more demanding requirements. Excitement, joy, happiness, spinning up for more, that she will succeed, that all will be fine, until finally the day came, the moment when the spiral shot into cosmos and the only thing that resounded in the mind was:

"IT'S THE END. I DON'T WANT. I CAN'T COPE. IT'S ENOUGH. I CAN'T. I DON'T FIT. I GIVE UP."

Surrender, overwhelming, lack of desire to do anything, a sense of one huge senselessness, burnout, seeing in all the previous activities only a waste of energy and time, and in plans and intentions for the future, stupidity without a shadow of chance and anything good. No motivation, willingness to quit, close, remove all traces and leave everything behind. Once and for all.

And then people who know, start to play their role. People who, with their stubbornness and persistent putting to mind "You can't stop, you can't give up", do everything to prevent this house of cards from falling down. That all what was built up over the years wouldn't fall in one day. These people are scaffolding that try to hold a collapsing tower.

These people are reminders that don't let forget that there is still something to finish...

And then as if nothing had happened, after hectoliters of tears, a million curses in thoughts and rage that everything is useless and the desire to disappear somewhere deep in the underground tunnel, everything returns to the old ways, because you know, it's like with a woman giving birth, she cries, she screams that she can't cope, that she can't anymore, to kill her or take "this something" away from her, but she still keeps going and fights, because there is no way back... And when she sees her newborn child , she forgets all the pain and everything bad that happened. She is the happiest in the world and planning another child.

How many more times will this cycle repeat before the book is closed? Will it ever be closed or the desire of catching dreams will win?

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Problems, bad news, uncertain situation, quarrels, breakups, disease, work, money... These are just a few points from a long list of things that can effectively mess thoughts up and destroy a good mood, and above all are the perfect partners in crime of the silent killer - stress. Stress, from which it's difficult to escape, it's actually impossible, but you can always reduce it. Are you good at this or you hardly survive the storm?

What I write here can be very surprising for some people, but it is painfully real.

Everyone in everyday life encounters a lot of stressful events and situations, but not everyone responds well to these stimuli. Most people usually become a nervous wreck when exposed to adverse conditions, although many don't want to admit it, even to themselves. Even for themselves, and above all for the environment, they put on a tough guy's mask that hides a storm inside and worries about everything around. You, dear reader, probably know pretty well what I am writing about, because you have certainly experienced it yourself or are currently experiencing it. Needle for needle and man becomes a bristling ticking bomb that must one day explode, leading to destruction outside, or what worse - inside.

I'm writing about it for one important reason, which (especially in the current situation, which is not easy for anyone), you must remember and never forget.

I was also a masked doll who's been carefully hiding everything she felt, everything that exhausted my mind. For people, a grin from ear to ear, and inside I was devoured by stress, fear, one big mess. For people, everything perfect, and in real crying in secret, so that nobody notices, just so nobody knows that something bad is going on. Yes, yes, exactly. This is the most real side of me. The same person who was basically empowered by stress at work and coped even with dancing on a knife blade, in private life was not so light and stress-free.

Until the moment that opened my eyes and realized a very important thing. Until the moment when only a few weeks ago I was one step close to losing my life, until I thought it was over and all good memories passed through my mind like a movie, and all I could hear was just silence.

This event changed my thinking totally. And going ahead of your wrong conclusions - no, it had nothing to do with the corona pandemic. Since then, smaller and larger problems, blurred perspectives, ambitious plans constantly moving away, everyday turbulence and occasional bombing, or situations similar to walking on a minefield, or not necessarily cheerful currently reality, have stopped to be so important as before.

I stopped fighting my thoughts, stopped stressing about what I couldn't change, stopped worrying and thinking about things that took a smile off my face and things that simply - blocked and burned me from the inside, and I began to see two times more of what was good, even in these darkest moments, and above all - enjoy every moment I have.

Someone who has known me for a long time will say that I've always been like this, an incurable optimist who even sees gold in coal, so nothing new. Yes, maybe no big change, but it is great, because you can believe me or not - not everything was as it seemed, and being a person last-minute saved from death, you begin to look at life from a completely different perspective and feel gratitude for every breath. It all made me realize that there was still a lot of pessimism in me that I didn't see, or rather ignored, because it didn't hurt my eyes like it does now.

That's why you and all those who are also stressed too much and can easily be maneuvered into darkness, rethink every negative news a hundred times and are afraid of what will happen tomorrow, feel uncertain, both during a pandemic and when the better days come and it will be over, in everyday life and at work - I advise you to focus only on what gives strength, pleasure, a sense of fulfillment, progress, happiness... And value every second, enjoy every breath, show love to the people you love, take on challenges, do what you lacked courage before and enjoy life because you never know when you may lose it, so appreciate it because you only have one. Enjoy, love, smile as much as possible and be happy, and put stress and other negative things aside. Sounds trivial, but it can change a lot.

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Eyes looking at the sky, hands raised up, grin from ear to ear and heart beating like a jackhammer, because... Wings and tail are just gliding above me, and butterflies in my stomach almost lift me to the sky... So welcome to my world.

I can fly for half of my life, but the plane flying over my head will never become indifferent to me, the sound of its engines will still be music to me, and its view in the sky will never stop to delight and I'll always try to keep it for longer, taking a million photos and recording take-off and landing videos, unable to get over the excitement.

Even if I no matter what was happening, the cows flew and the horses sang, my heart remains and will probably always be committed to those majestic iron birds that rise lightly into the sky, everyday connecting all the ends of the world and making borders not exist.

Strange looks, doubt, lack of faith... Chill, you may find me strange, out of this world or whatever you want. I have rewritten this material many times, heard many comments and well... I'll not forbid, and will continue to do my job and love more what majority most probably will never understand. Because why should I be like others if I can be different? Some like cats, others like dogs, and my favorite pet is the plane. 😁

Oczy skierowane w niebo, ręce wzniesione ku górze, uśmiech od ucha do ucha i serce walące jak młot pneumatyczny, bo... Skrzydełka i ogonek właśnie suną nade mną, a motyle w brzuchu prawie unoszą mnie do nieba... Czyli witam w moim świecie.

Mogę latać przez pół życia, ale przelatujący nad moją głową samolot nigdy nie stanie mi się obojętny, dźwięk jego silników nadal będzie dla mnie muzyką, a jego widok na niebie nigdy nie przestanie zachwycać i zawsze będę próbowała zatrzymać go na dłużej, robiąc milion zdjęć i nagrywając filmiki startów i lądowań, nie mogąc wyjść z zachwytu.

Choćby nie wiem co się działo, krowy latały a konie śpiewały, moje serce pozostaje i prawdopodobnie już na zawsze pozostanie oddane tym majestatycznym żelaznym ptakom, które z lekkością wznoszą się w niebo, każdego dnia łącząc ze sobą wszystkie krańce świata i sprawiają, że granice nie istnieją.

Dziwne spojrzenia, zwątpienie, brak wiary... Spokojnie, droga wolna, możesz uważać mnie za dziwną, nie z tego świata, czy whatever you want. Ten materiał przerobiłam już wiele razy, usłyszałam wiele komentarzy i no cóż... Nie zabronię, a nadal będę robić swoje i jeszcze bardziej uwielbiać to, czego większość prawdopodobnie nigdy nie zrozumie. Bo dlaczego miałabym być taka jak inni, skoro mogę być inna? Jedni lubią kotki, drudzy pieski, a moim ulubionym pupilem jest samolot. 😁

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It goes from person to person, transmitted in secret like stardust, something that by definition shouldn't see the light of day, but have the greatest power possible. Exciting and arousing interest. Faster than light, it instantly goes around the world and creates a new reality.

Golden whisper.

For some, a curse, for others something very precious. It can make you laugh, cause the harm as huge as an atomic bomb, or prove that you didn't really know anything about yourself. You - nothing, but others (especially strangers) - everything. The most wonderful paradox of this world.

And you, what did you learn about yourself from nothing else but the top hit since mankind exists - gossips?

Today, instead of focusing on the evil they brought, harms, that perhaps stuck in your mind and vibrate in the air all the time (and undoubtedly, everyone has fallen ill of effects of false information at least once in their lives), let's look at the thing from a different side - what are the weirdest stories you heard about yourself? What did you learn about yourself from strangers, what even you didn't know about yourself? What made you laugh, what upset you, and what shocked you to breathlessness?

The collection of stories, news and alleged facts about myself, which I heard from people, usually the ones who were completely unrelated to me, is so large that I could confidently create a thick book about these.

From extremes to extremes, from the greatest holiness to pure evil lighting the fires of hell. People assigning to me various scenarios and creating a biography that I never dreamed of is my bread and butter already. From making me a monster, the worst creature and satan, forcibly trying to set the world against me, through convincing themselves and everyone around that I am a fake, a hologram and in general a creature that doesn't exist or is virtually created by another person (yes, however strange it might sound, that's how it was, and for some it still is, some still recognize me as an unreal character), to recognizing me as a world-class celebrity, influencer and top-flight star.

Relationships with colleagues or guys I don't even know personally, romances? Sure, it's just a shame I don't have a clue about it. Pregnancy again? Oh cramp, probably slimming, I think every woman would like to be pregnant, when instead of growing - her body is getting skinner. "This famous"? Of course, after all paparazzi are just lurking next to my house to take a cover photo of me, I think I'll start wearing black glasses. Another move? Hmmm... This is more than possible. A temptress, a different guy around every corner. Uuuu... Well, congratulations on your imagination.

However, the biggest surprise and shock for me was the situation when at work (and, as you know, the people I work with change every flight), through a little conversation with one of the colleagues that I met for the first time, I realized that people from the company, who haven't met me face to face yet think that I'm someone famous and influential. Well, of course, I was the last to learn about it (this is probably the standard). Although the fact is that this is another rumor, because I am far from being famous and influential, just a normal girl - it caused a moment of cheerful laughter and a smile on my face, which during work is particularly positive and purifying the atmosphere, so a big and nice advantage.

In addition to the fact that the mysterious whispers transmitted from ear to ear can mess up pretty much, cause a lot of misunderstandings, damage that will leave its mark for many years, a large part of it is also a pure work of art and a show of human imagination and creativity. I have laughed to tears many times and couldn't believe my ears, listening to what others think about me without knowing anything at all about me. Once I wanted to understand why, where such cosmic ideas come from, however, after delving into even larger abstractions, I just gave up. But nevertheless, there's one thing that cannot be denied to the people who create these stories - a high level of creativity, stubbornness, dedication to the object of their interests, and above all the imagination, that often blows my mind. As you can see, everything also has the other side, depending on your point of view, you can get angry or laugh, fight the wind or turn it into your power. Once noticed, won't be forgotten.

And you? What are your experiences with colored rumors? Did you only encounter unpleasantness, trouble and an unpleasant echo, which is reflected somewhere in the psyche, or were there also some pearls that made you laugh, boosted your mood and made you roll with laughter?

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The 21st century, such an advanced world, and yet people are still, ineptly, playing Shakespeare... Ah, this sentiment to the noble arts.

DRAMA HERE, DRAMA THERE...

They argue, talk, jump down their throats, scratch their eyes... This picture probably everyone knows, except maybe the unborn child, although I wouldn't be 100% sure even about that.

I'm not old, and I still remember those times when drama was strongly connected to junior high school children wanting to prove their right on anonymous websites. And now? Oooo... It changed! And it's so much that I feel like an old granny!

Currently, drama has upgraded to a higher level. Now it's another universe, because adults have become the greatest drama specialists, and the older they are, the louder they shout, because are so experienced, that who dares to be better than them, who! All it takes is one word, one sentence, one flick wobbling someone else's ego and... It's so ready to go. And so that it's not too barren, you still have to add a few biting words, or maybe the other person, or even better - a group of people, get even more angry and welcome to hell, with a triumphant smile on your face tapping on the keyboard. Uuuh, you can take popcorn in your hand and bite with chilli peppers.

So, officially - Praise the screen, the best and most durable protective shield protecting the nose, without which many would scratch their fingers to the white bone.

And drama live? This is just a hit! Hard-core option. Only those who are very confident will dare, whose self-preservation instinct is most likely lost in action... And once the spectacle begins and one jumps to the other with claws and a great desire to make a floor brush of her, burning in the eyes like a cyclone pulling into the action everyone who by chance is around... Good old popcorn and Cola are definitely not enough. Here, in order not to fall into a heart attack caused by too intense, poorly hidden laughter, or not to run like hell - you need something much stronger.

As a person from the generation of early teenage performances, which today are the Stone Age, I must admit that you can create even quite good cabaret and I understand that you have a passion for art, but... Oh, you are far away from Shakespeare and your drama is not something you can boast of. Not at all.

XXI wiek, taki zaawansowany świat, a jednak ludzie ciągle, nieudolnie, bawią się w Szekspirów... Ah ten sentyment do zacnych sztuk.

DRAMA TU, DRAMA TAM...

Kłócą się, przegadują, skaczą do gardeł, wydrapują oczy... Ten obrazek zna chyba każdy, no może oprócz nienarodzonego dziecka, chociaż i co do tego nie byłabym stuprocentowo pewna.

Stara nie jestem, a pamiętam jeszcze te czasy, kiedy drama kojarzyła się z dziećmi w wieku gimnazjalnym, chcącymi udowodnić swoje racje na anonimowych portalach internetowych. A teraz? Oooo... Pozmieniało się! I to tak, że aż ja czuję się jak stara babcia!

Obecnie, drama przeszła na wyższy poziom. Teraz to już wyższa szkoła jazdy, bo przecież największymi specjalistami dramaturgii stali się dorośli, a im starsi, tym głośniej krzyczą, bo przecież tacy doświadczeni, kto im podskoczy, no kto! Wystarczy jedno słowo, jedno zdanie, jeden pstryczek chwiejący czyimś ego i... Już się zaczyna. A żeby nie było zbyt jałowo, to trzeba jeszcze dorzucić kilka uszczypliwych słówek, a może ta druga osoba, bądź co jeszcze lepiej - grupa osób, jeszcze bardziej się rozzłości i witamy w piekle, z triumfalnym uśmieszkiem na twarzy stukając w klawiaturę. Uuuh już można brać popcorn w dłoń i zagryzać papryczką chilli. Więc, oficjalnie - Chwała niech będzie ekranowi, najlepszej i najwytrzymalszej tarczy ochronnej strzegącej nosa, bez której wielu zadrapołoby sobie paluszki do bielutkiej kości.

A drama live? To dopiero jest hit! Opcja hard-core. Odważą się tylko ci najpewniejsi siebie, u których instynkt samozachowawczy najprawdopodobniej zaginął w akcji... A jak już spektakl się rozpocznie i jedna do drugiej doskoczy z pazurami i wielką chęcią zrobienia sobie z niej szczotki do podłogi, płonącą w oczach, jak cyklon wciągając w akcję każdego, kto się nawinie... Stary dobry popcorn i Cola to zdecydowanie za mało. Tu, żeby nie paść na zawał spowodowany zbyt intensywnym, marnie skrywanym śmiechem, albo nie uciec gdzie pieprz rośnie - potrzeba czegoś o wiele mocniejszego.

Jako osoba z pokolenia wczesno nastoletnich przedstawień, które dzisiaj są już epoką kamienia łupanego, muszę przyznać, że kabaret potraficie stworzyć nawet niezły i rozumiem, że macie zamiłowanie do sztuki, ale... Oh, do Szekspira wam daleko i wasze dramy wcale nie są czymś, czym możecie się poszczycić.

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Flying is connected to constant changes of locations, migrations between countries, and often also continents. This work is a constant contact not only with people, but also bacteria, viruses and diseases spreading in the blink of eye...

"Cabin crew meet more pathogenic microorganisms than a doctor on hospital duty"

These are the words of one of the doctors that come to my mind every time something happens in society, and more specifically, when the agitation of various diseases increases, especially those unknown and exotic. Recently, people have gone crazy about the hatching of a new virus in China, namely "coronavirus", which within a few days began to spread beyond the borders of the country and even the continent, soon appearing also in Europe, America, Australia and other Asian countries.

People, powered by information from the media, panicked, getting just a little cough, a slightly higher temperature and already hospitals and clinics are bursting at the seams. In society there is chaos, agitation, fear, and... Airplanes are still flying. Not only that, someone has to work in them! More than one person gets headache at that thought, airports are full of people in masks, on board the situation is not much different...

And "they" just fly, and what, aren't they afraid?!

No they are not afraid. Of course, there is a fear about your own health and safety, or bringing something home and "offering" to your loved ones, but no cabin crew are panicking. The highest precautions are taken, greater care for hygiene, increased distance between the crew and passengers, and planes have a special supply of protective masks, but no one is carried away by a wave of devastating fear. Passengers are more panicked, but well, without unnecessary comment - if you are afraid of illness and you are not in an emergency situation, just don't go to the place that is its center...

My airline makes quite a lot of flights Asian destinations, where the coronavirus has now the epicenter, but panic doesn't interfere with normal operations, and everyone is trying to be extremely cautious and nobody shakes at the thought that they will return from work fatally ill, whether that means the current epidemic, or all other diseases to which crews are exposed in their daily routine.

The truth, even in the opinion of many doctors, is that the latest virus is the most dangerous because of the media confusion that it causes, and in fact, ordinary flu poses a much greater threat to people and is definitely more virulent than the disease that currently spreads the greatest terror.

So let's, enjoy the life, take care of proper hygiene, body resistance, be careful in too close contact with other people and let's not go crazy, because what is meant to happen will happen. It's really not worth to get into hysteria.

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The job of cabin crew is for many a dream come true, a profession valued, respected, in the eyes of many extremely prestigious and not really available for everyone, however, encountering some "brilliant" comments of airline employees about (omg) themselves...

"I'd rather be a waitress in the air than on the ground"

"We are only suitable for cleaning trash in the cabin"

"We are here just to smell and look beautiful"

...As someone from out of industry, you can change your mind quickly. And surely not for the better.

It's just a drop in the ocean of great crew members' reflections and no, no kidding. And later, dear stewardesses and stewards cry and lament that the passengers don't respect you, that they don't treat you seriously... Listening to this from your lips or reading such nonsense from your side on Internet forums and groups, it doesn't surprise me at all, because after all, who would respect someone who doesn't respect themselves? Who would respect the work of a person who mocks their work? Someone something? I don't think so.

Me, as a flight attendant, who, despite full awareness of not only the advantages but also disadvantages of this job, is completely satisfied with it, just wonder why screaming to all the world how much bad this work is, hopeless, doesn't require any skills and harms human dignity, are you still working in this profession? If it's so bad for you, why don't you just change your job to one that will make your dreams come true and not ground your ambitions, that you won't have to complain about at every opportunity?

All those who act this way not only spoil their image (but if they like it, who cares), but also in the eyes of ground people and who don't know the reality of the industry, they destroy the respect and good name of their colleagues. And insofar as you can blame your own, then before you put a bad light on your colleagues, you should think a bit about your behavior and attitude, because thanks to such people, people from the "ordinary world" still like sponges absorb the senselessly reproduced stereotypes that only a beautiful appearance and nothing else counts among flight attendants.

It's sad to see how some people aim for a black hole instead of playing for one goal with their team.

Respect yourself and others will respect you as well.

Fortunately, the majority of cabin crew value their work, respect themselves and their colleagues, and instead of talking around total bullshit, they enjoy what they have, because they know how much effort and dedication this really is. And praise them for that.

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If you could change something, would you choose a life of mystery...?

"...Would you like to be anonymous, unknown, so that nobody knows anything about you, who are you, what do you do?"

Question. Simple, uncomplicated, and it burst into the ground. It burst into the ground and above all gave food for thought.

When I was just starting to be active in the internet a few years ago, I wanted someone to notice me. Whoever, I just dreamed that my efforts and the time sacrificed to creating everything I do wouldn't be wasted. It wasn't easy at first, but when people finally got interested, I knew it was okay that I was going in the right direction so that my efforts would be appreciated.

As time went by, so did people become more and more interested in my activities. Both those who were just curious, those who liked me, and those who looked for every, even the smallest reason to hate. There were fans and people looking for a hole in the whole, and I still did my job without worrying about those who tried to make me sad.

Over the past few years of online activity I have experienced a lot of good and bad. There were compliments, nice messages, lots of questions, new acquaintances, willingness to meet, requests of interviews... But there was also a lot of hate, harassment, impersonation, gossip, stalking and an insistent desire to invade my private life. It seems a lot for one person, right?

Starting in 2015, I had the silent hope that at least a few people would be interested in what I do, because in the end I don't do it just for myself, but I never expected that in 2020 every my step will be watched by thousands of people. It seems like a fairy tale, but each medal has two sides, everything has its pros and cons. After all, would I like to go back to what was before and become someone completely anonymous who I once was?

No, I wouldn't. Although I would like to erase the terrible experiences that were also connected to this, there were definitely more good ones that wouldn't have happened to me otherwise. Without it, I wouldn't be the person I am now. I wouldn't be myself.

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