In the past, if you would have said “oh, even if you work in industry, there is a remote chance to win the Nobel.”

Morons and retardeds would say “no, there is no way. Industry is only for brooming money. No way they could contribute to anything”.

Or “industry people are stupid. They can’t”.

Well idiot, someone from Google won the Nobel Prize in chemistry this year.

I presented my work to an idiot a while ago, and he won the Nobel Prize.

It wasn’t my work, it doesn’t have to do anything to do with me. I’m just saying the world is that small.

5 years ago if you have said “you could have won a Nobel Prize, or you can” to my stupid advisor, he would have said something like “no that is stupid, and impossible”. Well, idiot, who was right?! Moron.

Teheran is the worst capital city that I have seen. honestly don’t know why people brag about it. I haven’t seen any city as near ugly, dead, wild, and dirty as that sh-hole. It’s socking how people could be proud of such place.

There are many, many wonderful capital cities in the whole world. Clean, rich, and beautiful.

A narcissist’s weapon is the projection of their own imperfections onto others.

The temperature has dropped by 5 – 7 degrees. I mean, 17-25 is ideal, right?

It makes me laugh when 40+ single Iranians or any nationality, say they are “boys and girls”. sweetie you are not a boy anymore. You are in reach for your twilight. The fact that you never felt you should get your life together before 40, and thought that “I am young, mommy and daddy support me emotionally and if I need money I can butcher innocent simple people who trust me, and I can continue the crappy life with no responsibilities I have” is YOUR FAULT. Not anyone else’s. Do not blame the third world country you are living in. It was your choice. I have seen many of you in real life. Until 50, these type of personalities chase after others, hurt people, stalk, abuse, and take no responsibilities. After 50, they come to their senses that they are lonely. Life is not a do-over. If you lived like a moron the first half of your life, it was your fault. Or it was your genes, or the way your mommy and daddy brought you up. It is time to take responsibility and fix the rest of your life. People understand when you blame everyone including the girls you abused. Some of them were your daughter’s age. Your life is a lesson to others.

Not that this country is perfect, of course not, there are many problems to catch up with. But I love this country more than anywhere I have lived. I love the law and order here. I love the system, and the support they provide for their citizens. It feels good to be here.

Other countries have their pros and cons, but there is a certain peace here that I admire. I feel like I needed to be in those wrong places to be appreciative of what I will have in the future.

Universe, thank you!

It’s March and April again. Yeahhhh! I love this time of the year.

تقریبا هر زن ایرانی با هر سنی، از 18 تا 90، آرزو داره مدل بشه.

نه همه. اما بیشتر ایرانی ها مخصوصا در خارج این ارزو رو دارن.

پیرزن 60 ساله رفته دنبال مدلینگ. دختر 35 ساله دنبال مدلینگ. حتی در گوشه یک ده رندوم در یک شهر رندوم.

هر مرد ایرانی دنبال دیده شدنه به هر نحوی که بتونه.

باشگاه، پادکست، مزاحمت، شوخی های ریز، اسالت، استاکینگ، هر کاری که هم زمان که باعث میشه خودش رو نشون بده اما هم زمان غرور کاذب ساختگی مامان پزش زیر سوال نره.

وضع روحی روانی ایرانی ها اینقدر بد هست و در طول این سالها اینقدر ایرانی احمق دیدم که گاهی از خودم میپرسم چه طوری من این ها رو چه در ایران چه در خارج اصلا در حدی حساب کردم که باهاشون دوست بشم یا به حرف هاشون علاقمند بشن.

متاسفانه مردم اون جامعه پر از عقده و حقارتند. مخصوصا مردم بالای 40 سال. به ندرت ادم نرمال و سالم دیده میشه.

مردها همه مجرد، افسرده، بدبخت. همه هنوز در لفافه حرف می زنن، هنوز زیرپوستی جوک های مسخره و به نخور و پر از توهین و سکسیست و ریسیستشون رو میگن و انتظار دارن دختر گیرشون بیاد.

همه هنوز دنبال مدرک گرفتن، هنوز دنبال سرتیفیکیت گرفتن، هنوز دنبال اینن که یک نسخه ای که از بچگی مامانی بهشون گفته رو به همه جا اپلای کنن. هیچ شناختی مطلقا از جاهایی که توش زندگی کردن ندارن.

هنوز دنبال تحقیر و خرد کردن بقیه ن.

این همه عقده. وقتی نتونی تو چهل پنجاه سالگی سالم و نرمال باشی و هنوز عقده داشته باشی، واقعا کی میخوای ادم بشی؟!

وقتی ادم اپشنی نداره و دور و بریاش احمق هستن طبیعیه که ایرانیای خارج هم به چشمش عادی به نظر میرسن.

اما وقتی میری بین ادم های باکیفیت کار و زندگی میکنی میفهمی هم وطنهات چه قدر بیچاره ن.

واقعا دل ادم می سوزه.

نسل ایرانی ها چه در ایران چه در خارج قرار نیست عوض بشه.

قراره احمق باشن و احمق زندگی کنن و احمق بمیرن.

مردم ترسوی ضعیف کش بدون جربزه و بدون خلاقیت.

حتی اگه 30 سال خارج از ایران زندگی کنن باز دنبال ازار و اذیت و مچ گرفتن هستن.

بیخود نیست هیچ وقت در جامعه مقصد حل نمیشن.

But that’s grad school. You take a tiny corner of the universe that a professor finds fascinating and bury your face in it, looking up only occasionally to steal unattended bagels.

At the end of two months, I felt ready to announce my discovery to the world. “Residues 103, 107, and 109 are unimportant!” I wanted to cry from the hilltops. “Unimportant!” But a journal article never quite coalesced, and I moved on to a different lab, and now exactly zero people know about my discovery—which, had I ended up publishing the results, would have been exactly the number of people who cared.

Surviving Your Stupid Stupid Decision to Go to Grad School

Adam Ruben

He is not wrong. In fact, he is totally right.