Caring

It's something I constantly struggle with -- this caring too much about what other people think. It gets better with age, but I still have a long way to go before I can say "Screw this, I do what I want!"

Canadian Wannabe

But of course, Canadians are nice people and they wouldn't think such thoughts...!

Jagariko

I have a bad feeling about this

I had about 15 minutes to make this comic tonight, so I'm sorry for the quality...but I really wanted to draw about my day at the residence permit office yesterday. Have I mentioned I'm a ridiculously paranoid person? I worry and stress about everything, but it's especially bad when it comes to things like visas and official procedures. But yes. Everything turned out awesomely in the end, so hooray for four more years in Berlin!

Pork Paranoia

Monday! I'm feeling better, loaded with brand new antibiotics, and back to business. 

An oldish anecdote from last month:

So yes. I visited Z and M in Turkey last month, and as planned, I'd taken a crap load of pork with me (ham, sausages, bacon bits) as a souvenir. I'd had some trouble getting through passport control in Germany (my stupid fault), so I was already a bit on edge. I eventually made it to Istanbul, but then I was suddenly struck by huge paranoia about how the customs officials were going to bust me for the 5+ kilos of pork I had in my backpack. I started imaging drug-sniffer dogs reacting to my meat by mistake (they're dogs, after all) and then me being hauled over to the examination room and being questioned and searched, and then eventually getting in trouble for bringing meat into the country.

But yes. In the end, nothing happened, and Turkey was awesome. End of story.