Archive for the ‘Life’ Category
Hay.
Since last i speedposted outside of my exam locale, alot has happened in my speedy world.
At the moment, i am sitting at a slightly unconfortable chair in Oslo, waiting for my train home. I’ve been here this weekend for a globalization conferance held by the norwegian branch of the world social forum. It has been awesome.
I wish to share a tale I came upon. It is quite sad. Me and my special ladyfriend were sitting at a coffehouse, waiting for the buss. We were sitting in a sofa outside in the snow (but under a pull-out roof and heat lamps), enjoying a nice hot cup of delicious cocoa.
Inside of the store a man sat, by himself. He was enjoying a delicious pastry and a cup of coffe, obviously quite satisfied as he was singing to himself of his achievement. “Nice for him”, I thought.
So, there we are outside of the store in the sofa. He then comes out, and tells us that it looks like we are having a nice time, and that he never could have that when he was young, because he was too shy. Now he is all alone, all his family is dead, no children or grandchildren. Noone he can have a nice time with but himself. He said that if he could go back 40 years, he would do it all differently. Then he told us that he lives in an institution, and they have failed to make him better.
After this extremely sad note, he walked back inside the coffehouse and sat back down at his table. As we walked away I could hear him sing to himself “I am crazy, I am crazy”
Sometimes I hate what this world does to some people. I do hope this poor man finds happiness, because noone should live their last days regretting their life.
Vegard
I hate menstruation.
There is honestly nothing pleasant about it, besides the fact that it means you are still capable of reproduction. Cramps that feel like you ate a seemingly dead chupacabra that came back to life in your lower intestine, unbelievable headaches, retention of water AKA you look and feel fat, tender breasticles, heightened emotions, having to wear a freakin’ diaper and/or shoving a dry tube of cotton up your piche….I tell you, men have it easy.
I think periods are kind of like little forebodings of what it’s like to be pregnant. Which makes me think, do I ever want to get pregnant? Ehh. But now that we’re on the topic of pregnancy, I heard an interesting story about this man who got these two worm-like parasites in his testicles and had to get them removed via surgery. His wife told him, “Now you know what it’s like to give birth.” This seemed absurd at first, but then it kind of made sense. I mean, babies start in the ovaries (female testicles) and the size of hole they have to come out is not dissimilar to a worm coming out of a man’s ball/penis. Am I wrong, here? I think not.
Anyway, I look forward to the distant day when menopause greets me and takes both my fertility and my monthly hell from me. I shall not weep for my lost eggs- no, I shall celebrate with champagne and a ritual burning of “sanitary napkins.” Until that day, I bleed.
Ciao!
I’ve been working on this blogpost for days, and it’s turning out more personal than I first planned to make it. Readers and co-authors, please forgive me for this.
When it comes to politics, I believe in revolutions. The sudden and dramatic change, hopefully from worse to better, seems like a good idea to me. It’s a fantastic concept, like ripping off a band-aid; It’s quick, effective, and almost painless.
Now the question seems to be: Does this theory apply to regular life? Does it apply to my life? Should the changes be quick, or is it smart to wait and think it over?
For the past years I have wanted to live many other places than Bodø. I stayed here for reasons I can no longer understand, and for a person who broke my heart. So why stay any longer?
I thought I was staying for another year to give me closure, and realized after some time that the closure I was looking for I already had. So now I have mixed emotions, and butterflies going crazy in my stomach.
I realize that this isn’t making much sense, so let me explain:
I was in Tromsø (The Paris of the North) last weekend, for a conference. It has been my plan to move there in 8 months with a friend, to continue my studies. And then the thought hit me: Why wait? In 2 months I will have finished my first year of political science (I started in the spring-semester), the plan is then to retake 2 exams and add a third subject. I can do that in any school, including at the University in Tromsø. I have nothing to lose by leaving Bodø, and a whole lot more to gain.
I have found something, or rather someone, that makes me happy. And why shouldn’t I take a leap of faith and go for it?
I have been playing with this thought for some months now, and the weekend made it all so clear to me: I need to do what’s best for me.
What’s best for me, right now, seems to be change. I need a big change. A new place. Some new people. I need clean slates. These are all the clichées, I know!
So what say ye, readers of the blog: Should I jump? Rip the band-aid straight off? Have a revolution of my own? Or should I stick to the plan, and stay put for 8 more months?
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Music to suit my mood: Maria Mena – I’m In Love
Love,
Frida
I know Steinar sort of has the corner on animal-related blog posts, but I have a point to make.
Wolverines.
Aww, he looks so cute, doesn’t he?
WRONG!
I’m telling you, these things are not to be trifled with! They take on opponents like bears and wolves, and they win! Perhaps the deadliest thing about the wolverine is his element of surprise. You don’t expect a small, furry thing to come after you with cold-blooded murder in his eyes, and so you may get a little too close or even try to pet the creature. Before you know it, you’ve lost an arm and are praying for death.
Now, just because they are scary little buggers doesn’t mean they should be hated. Just like any deadly animal, they should be feared and respected. Unfortunately, their populations are dwindling and that saddens me.
So, moral of the story: when traipsing about the countryside of northern latitudes, bring with you a gun…but don’t shoot unless your life is in immediate danger!
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Good Evening.
Yesterday, I was heading home. I had attended a memorial gathering for the night of broken glass, the night the 9th of November 1938, where a series of brutal attacks against Jews in Germany and Austria. We remember this, so that we remember never to allow Nazism and right-wing fascism to return, especially important when there are Nazis in both the Swedish and the Hungarian parliaments. That’s not what I’m blogging about, however.
On the buss ride home, I was listening to the radio. They told the story of a 16 year old girl in 1979, who on a Monday took a gun to school, and killed two adults, and injured several people. She showed no remorse, and when asked why she did it, she said “I don’t like Mondays; this livens up the day.”
The Boomtown Rats, an awesome old rock group, made this song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2I84-A9duY&feature=related
Funny world isn’t it, when such a tragedy inspires such a great song?
Vegard