Hello

Well hi!

I am back, I realize I have been away for a while but I have been away and haven’t had anything really interesting to write about. Until today.

Or I have forgotten all the interesting things because I have had other things to think about and therefore excuse myself by saying that nothing interesting has happened.

I went to the doctors last week on Wednesday since it felt like my skull was going to kill me. So once I finally got to see the doctor, she did a few checks in my ears, up my nose (scary) and my throat. I didn’t have anything. Then she touched behind my ear and I almost screamed.

And then she told me there was nothing I could do and that I should just wait for the pain to go over. That was it. I went home and now it’s better, so I went to training. and that’s it. That is how my entire week has been.

In other news, I have found a book called ”The Highly Sensitive Person”, it gives me a completely different outlook on life. That some people are born with this sensitiveness that otherwise has to be covered up because other people get annoyed by it. Or well, they don’t HAVE to, but since it’s seen as a negative thing to be sensitive in society, covering up who you are is something that seems important.

And that led to another thought. When someone tells you to ”be yourself” what exactly do they mean? I mean think about it, what if ”being yourself” is really means let the psychopath in you out. How much are other people going to like you? Or what if ”being yourself” is someone that cries every 3 seconds. How much are they really gonna like that? I was told that I should be myself during the summer, and the bad thing was I WAS being myself. There is the problem, how can someone tell you to be yourself if you ARE being yourself? How do they know when you are being yourself or not?

On the other hand I do have a lot of thoughts going through my head that make perfect logical sense in my brain, but no one else seems to be able to follow. And when I try to explain it, the logic seeps out and makes even less sense to other people and  I start asking myself how I could even think in this way to begin with.

But ah, I suppose this is the way that things have always been and always will be. The creation of new ideas that make no sense and therefore have to be discarded or changed in order to adapt them to reality. Or something.

As you can see my thoughts have been running away with my fingers again and therefore may not make much sense, but it is always nice to just write, even if it won’t ever make any sense, it shows me my own character.

Ah, I’m going to watch an episode of ”Doctor Who” and sleep. I have a long day tomorrow and it certainly won’t help falling asleep at 5 like I usually do.

Sleep well, and if you can, listen to Hugh Laurie’s ”Unchain My Heart” from his new album ”Didn’t It Rain”, it’s the best song I’ve heard in a while. 🙂

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