What the hell I was thinking?

 What Broke the Marvel Cinematic Universe No, She-Hulk —or how I call it now, He-Shulk —didn’t start this process. It really helped, when it comes to disappointment, but strangely enough, a much more beloved character’s story was the first blow. If I have to start from the first crack, I have to mention Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness , where for the first time—not in one, but in TOO many scenes—I was put to the test if I am still a Marvel fan. Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness It seemed like movie fans were divided over the music fight, and I was not vibing with it at all, but no one seemed angry at the dog head that jumped from another dimension and bit a car that was going to hit a mother and her child. I watched the movie numerous times in order to get used to the nonsense that appeared after we had a pretty solid and grounded—if I may say—MCU until then. I mean, for the most part, we are talking about comic book characters after all. Now we have Deadpool...

Everyone dies. Not in the movie, in general. I love that—no spoilers, just facts. Some of us go sooner, some of us later, and the commentary in both films, although touching on the same subject, sits on opposite ends of the spectrum. Where in The Monkey , the horrific tone was softened by a positive message of nihilism, here we get the opposite of that reality—at least until the end. It’s all about when and how , which remains your choice for the most part. Like the choice Jodie Comer's Isla made when she gave up because of the pain and the even more painful fate that awaited her. Knowing the when and how can certainly shorten the trip for many of us, and here Isla chose the easy way out, given the knowledge she possessed. Speaking of knowledge, some of the commentary was right on point. The ones who survived were the happiest—yet also more prepared—and those who lacked skills met death sooner. Did you catch the fat guys? They were slow, and their deaths were some of the quickes...

Chapter 21: Still Day 11: As I was lying on one of the beds, I tried to recover how I got here. So, what was the first thing I did when I stepped into the hut? As in most cases: I located the hut manager, the refrigerator, and the toilet. The owners of this charming house — with a magnificent “I want to live here” view — welcomed me politely and gave me a bed in the attic, which was slightly cheaper than the rooms downstairs. But there was no one up here, so I had the whole space to myself — and it had around 20 or maybe even more old mattresses all over the floor of this dark, triangle-shaped room. To get here, I had to climb that metal ladder. And once I had one beer and my usual energy source and food, I went up — with my huge bag on my busted back — to release the heaviness with a normal handjob ritual that I had been anticipating for hours. At this point, are we still pretending no one masturbates? Sometimes it feels like I’m the only freak walking this Earth — and to be fair some...