The weirdest thing happened at work today.
A customer, at the grocery store I work at, stared at me, and then he said “I can’t stop staring at that piercing of yours.”
Of course I did not know what to replay to that, so as a polite service minded human being at work, I answered something polite.
He then said that the piercing looked good on me.
After he had paid for his groceries, ha said that the next time he were shopping there he would like the receipt so that he could write his number for me.
And then I, who am from a country like Norway where you don’t flirt with strangers openly, started to blush.
The lovely part of being form a cold country.
Sleep, that’s the only thing I can think of right now.
So that’s what I’m going to write about.
Today at work, I was so sleepy that I were dizzy.
So, yeah, tonight I will get a good night of sleep.
Art is very fascinating.
Because people have different perspectives, and different definition on how art should look like.
People also like different kinds of art.
When someone grows up in a culture or around people with different ways of seeing life, then this will contribute to affect that persons view on art.
That is interesting, and leads us to one question.
Can we be responsible for our own definition on how art should look like?
Kind of, yes, because we decide who we are going to admire and what we are going to admire.
Even when you pretend to like a specific piece of art, then you will know deep down what your truth is.
And thats what matter.
Some people drink coffee for breakfast, others drink tea and then there are those who drink neither.
I am the type of person who’d prefer to drink tea in the morning, but who ends up sleeping for five more minutes instead.
So I drink tea in the evenings, if I want to.
But I am a bit picky when it comes to tea, and my favorite tea has stopped being sold!
I don’t understand how they can stop selling delicious tea..
Maybe I’m one out of a few people who actually likes that tea, and who ends up buying it.
So yeah, I’ve started on the search of finding a blackcurrant tea which is as delicious as the one I used to drink.
I stil haven’t found one which can be compared to the one I used to drink, but I won’t give up.
Hope is not lost yet.
What will the future bring? Who will I be in 5 years? Where will I be in life?
The only way to figure that out, is to live and learn as time goes by.
It is very strange how in one moment everything suddenly has turned into the past, and then you are in the present moment which is completely different from how you imagined your life to be at that moment in time.
And then the future just ends up being a massive mystery.
Mostly when I just want to shut up, I tend to talk about all the things I’d like to keep to myself.
I don’t know why I just continue to say everything which is on my mind.
There are just one person which I know a bit well, who I am very silent around.
In one way that is very comfortable and I like who I am around that person, but at the same time it’s very confusing.
But around most people who I know well, I just talk, talk and talk.
Guess that’s a massive part of my personality then.
I hope I’m not talking about everything which worries me, but more about things I’m looking forward to as well.
So, yeah, that’s a lot about who I am.
Some times most things feel bad.
So bad that you’d like to hide behind a rock and never go back to the real world.
A few days ago, two ghosts from my past made me want to hide behind a rock.
Before that, there had been hope.
I had felt good about the situation I were in, and didn’t think too much of how things were.
But then the ghosts appeared and did things they should not have done.
They disappointed me.
If only one of them had waited for a while, but of course they both appeared at the same time.
So yeah, they made me want to hide behind a rock.
And now I’m carefully looking from behind the rock, at the real world.
I just have to go back there.
That’s the only thing to do.
What if everything turned out to be alive in a way that humans could see? What if we were able to see all those things we’re not supposed to see? What are those secrets about the world that would amaze us and make us wonder about who we are and where we are? What if we all could really see the world?
If I could have chosen, right now, how my life would have been then I’d go backpacking in the nature carrying a small tent. I would have walked through the woods, breathed in the fresh air and listened to the silence the nature creates. I would have learned about myself. (And probably been a contribution to mosquitoes dinner, but lets not think about that.) But then reality hits. And I realize that I can’t do that, because of my student loan. Well, well, there will be a time for everything.
When I were 19 I started to write a fairytale. Every now and then I revisit the written words. Then I change the words. It’s quite lovely to see how my perspective on things change. And then I try to write in a way which I will like the fairytale to be written. But I constantly change my mind on what I’d like to be included and what I’d like to erase from the fairytale. Now I’ve gotten to the point where I’m not very fond of the ending of the story. So I’ve been avoiding to write in fear that I’ll just continue with a blank brain when thinking about solutions. And then I’ve taken away so much that some of the things that remains stops making any sense… That’s a fearful sign. Well, I’ll just have to revisit the writings soon.