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10 random facts about me, in a language I can't fully express in
Just because I love wixbetty, I will try my best to share some random facts and stories about myself- in English, this dreaded language that isn't... well... Swedish.
I've actually already done this once in this very blog, but it was, of course, in Swedish, and also two years ago, but there is still a high risk I will re-use some of the little weird things I confessed to back then. And I'm not sure it will be pretty...
Oh well, let's get started.
#1 I am horribly neurotic. Some of you may actually have noticed this once or twice, in some aspect. But if you haven't, I'll just confess straight up. First of all, I'd like to blame my genes for this, since my mom is also neurotic as hell, has a bunch of mentally ill relatives, and raised me believeing using neurotic behaviour is the best way of getting your will done. Thankfully, my father is... not much better, sharing his genes with another bunch of mentally ill relatives, and trusting me with his awesome addiction prone DNA components. Yay! You see, I really love blaming others. But trust me, I've been working hard my entire life to overcome most of this insane behaviour, and I'm proud to announce that I'm free of all drugs except caffeine- I even ditched nicotine (for like the 266384658th time) a couple years ago. The downside to everything is, I had to struggle really hard most of my adult life to be able to live life to the fullest, being haunted by depressions, anxiety and phobias.
#2 As a result of #1, I'm also a hypochondriac. As I'm writing this, I'm suffering from a headache that's been with me for a week now. Nothing I do can make it go away, so I'm pretty sure it's a brain tumor. Thoughts like these surface every now and then, but are most of the time kept at a manageable level and dealt with in humorous ways. I suffered an almost year-long hypochondric neurosis in 2000, that made me weak, anxious and made my small Swedish medical bills go all time high. I can't recommend that experience to anyone.
#3 As a result of #1 and #2, I have a weird and spellbinding interest in medicine. I've read too much psychiatry, and whenever I feel compelled or lured, I can spend days looking up the facts of certain medical conditions, even those I do not suffer from myself. This may also be a result of my family's professional choices, since I grew up with a doctor father, and later got a great, updated replacement fact-holder in my brother, who's now also almost fully trained. My sister in law is a nurse, and becoming a midwife. I'm surrounded by people who are perfect targets for discussion of this much spellbinding branch of science. (They are also great for stalking whenever #2 is burning.) For this reason, I somehow know way too much about biochemical metabolism, diabetes type II development risk factors, and the connection between lymphoma and medical professionalism.
#4 As a result of #1, #2 and #3, I'm partly known as "Doctor Flodin". Friends who don't feel up to contacting the medical services, contact me for advice. I cannot stress enough how bad this decision could be for someone's health- you should always seek a professional instead of consulting your amateur friends!
#5 And now for some even more random, and less depressing facts: I was once compelled to go on an interview for an audition, for a role in "Kronbruden" (sorry, English translation unknown to me) by infamous Swedish writer Strindberg, on our national stage Dramaten (The Royal Dramatic Theatre). I didn't get it. Of course not, I didn't want it. Instead, the part went to now internationally renown soul singer Robyn. The reason why I was sorted out was that I refused to cut off my long hair. Apparently, Robyn did not have a problem with it.
#6 I went to music school for 3 years, between age 10 and 13. Then I got bored. But by the time I flipped, I had had enough singing lessons to be able to control my voice, all thanks to our wonderful teacher Lars-Åke Levin. (Cred where it's due!) I still enjoy singing, but terrible stage fright keep me from doing so in public. I also tried playing the piano, and later, the violin. I never got past the first year though, because I simply do not have the patience to continue if I'm not a virtuoso in two weeks. Which takes me to
#7 I'm a Gemini. I couldn't stick to a hobby or an interest even if my life depended on it. Therefore, I change my obsessions every once in a while. Because they are obsessions. I give something my full attention, until I feel it's been completely drained of all excitement. I keep my past obsessions close at heart, though, but at a more reasonable level. In the past I've devoted my time to photographing, painting, reading history, caring of homeless cats and other cat-related businesses, Lush beauty products, and more recently: collecting nail polish and diving into the science of nail care. As you can see I've gradually become more and more superficial, but that's just a defence mechanism against the pure misery that we call life. To weigh up for my superficial sides, I also work politically, non-profit.
#8 I have rather high standards. I'm an idealist. I hate war, injustice and those who benefit from the pain of others. I highly believe that most employers are Satan personified. I do believe that the wealth of this world could be spread more equally, and yet give everyone a decent life, even a FUN life. I don't just believe, in my world it's a fact, that every single creature is of equal worth and should have equal rights. I also hate weapons. Despite this, I still kill mosquitos, eat meat and have an unhealthy fascination for mobsters (hey, they're portayed humorously and eat nice food!).
#9 In case anyone did not notice, I'm one of those foodies. I love spending hours in my kitchen. I started cooking in my lower teens, as it was a primary need- my father couldn't cook at all, so when I moved to his place, I simply had to learn how to cook, if I wanted anything other than take-out, tv-dinners, cookies, ice cream or candy. And I did. I'm in favour of slow cooking though, so every attempt to make me go into a restaurant kitchen (by student councellors, the employment agency and so forth) has been wildly fought by myself, as I do not respond well to stress, and do not wish to have my hobbies ruined by it.
#10. I curse. All the fucking time. And I do not see the problem with doing so. When we're brought up, most of us have to endure these lectures about how cursing drains your ability to express and makes your tounge black, and what not. I've found the opposite. Without my beloved cursing, my language is empty and hollow. I still have a rich vocabulary- in Swedish, so you won't notice right now -and my cursing only makes it richer. Very few Swedes are actually religious, so this is not a factor when trying not to curse, even if I can see why this is probably a bigger issue in, for example, the big country in the west, where more people seem to have some kind of religious beliefs. Swedish prophanity rules.
There you go. I wasted probably an entire hour of my life on pure egoism! Maybe it was much needed. Now, I'm supposed to tag a bunch I'd like to know more about. This may be a problem since no one besides my sister in law ever reads my blog, due to lack of updates... But in any language, I'd like to know more about the following:
Annes Food
huldra
Lottson
Michadelica
nena sagst
...and Johanna, if she had a blog!
I've actually already done this once in this very blog, but it was, of course, in Swedish, and also two years ago, but there is still a high risk I will re-use some of the little weird things I confessed to back then. And I'm not sure it will be pretty...
Oh well, let's get started.
#1 I am horribly neurotic. Some of you may actually have noticed this once or twice, in some aspect. But if you haven't, I'll just confess straight up. First of all, I'd like to blame my genes for this, since my mom is also neurotic as hell, has a bunch of mentally ill relatives, and raised me believeing using neurotic behaviour is the best way of getting your will done. Thankfully, my father is... not much better, sharing his genes with another bunch of mentally ill relatives, and trusting me with his awesome addiction prone DNA components. Yay! You see, I really love blaming others. But trust me, I've been working hard my entire life to overcome most of this insane behaviour, and I'm proud to announce that I'm free of all drugs except caffeine- I even ditched nicotine (for like the 266384658th time) a couple years ago. The downside to everything is, I had to struggle really hard most of my adult life to be able to live life to the fullest, being haunted by depressions, anxiety and phobias.
#2 As a result of #1, I'm also a hypochondriac. As I'm writing this, I'm suffering from a headache that's been with me for a week now. Nothing I do can make it go away, so I'm pretty sure it's a brain tumor. Thoughts like these surface every now and then, but are most of the time kept at a manageable level and dealt with in humorous ways. I suffered an almost year-long hypochondric neurosis in 2000, that made me weak, anxious and made my small Swedish medical bills go all time high. I can't recommend that experience to anyone.
#3 As a result of #1 and #2, I have a weird and spellbinding interest in medicine. I've read too much psychiatry, and whenever I feel compelled or lured, I can spend days looking up the facts of certain medical conditions, even those I do not suffer from myself. This may also be a result of my family's professional choices, since I grew up with a doctor father, and later got a great, updated replacement fact-holder in my brother, who's now also almost fully trained. My sister in law is a nurse, and becoming a midwife. I'm surrounded by people who are perfect targets for discussion of this much spellbinding branch of science. (They are also great for stalking whenever #2 is burning.) For this reason, I somehow know way too much about biochemical metabolism, diabetes type II development risk factors, and the connection between lymphoma and medical professionalism.
#4 As a result of #1, #2 and #3, I'm partly known as "Doctor Flodin". Friends who don't feel up to contacting the medical services, contact me for advice. I cannot stress enough how bad this decision could be for someone's health- you should always seek a professional instead of consulting your amateur friends!
#5 And now for some even more random, and less depressing facts: I was once compelled to go on an interview for an audition, for a role in "Kronbruden" (sorry, English translation unknown to me) by infamous Swedish writer Strindberg, on our national stage Dramaten (The Royal Dramatic Theatre). I didn't get it. Of course not, I didn't want it. Instead, the part went to now internationally renown soul singer Robyn. The reason why I was sorted out was that I refused to cut off my long hair. Apparently, Robyn did not have a problem with it.
#6 I went to music school for 3 years, between age 10 and 13. Then I got bored. But by the time I flipped, I had had enough singing lessons to be able to control my voice, all thanks to our wonderful teacher Lars-Åke Levin. (Cred where it's due!) I still enjoy singing, but terrible stage fright keep me from doing so in public. I also tried playing the piano, and later, the violin. I never got past the first year though, because I simply do not have the patience to continue if I'm not a virtuoso in two weeks. Which takes me to
#7 I'm a Gemini. I couldn't stick to a hobby or an interest even if my life depended on it. Therefore, I change my obsessions every once in a while. Because they are obsessions. I give something my full attention, until I feel it's been completely drained of all excitement. I keep my past obsessions close at heart, though, but at a more reasonable level. In the past I've devoted my time to photographing, painting, reading history, caring of homeless cats and other cat-related businesses, Lush beauty products, and more recently: collecting nail polish and diving into the science of nail care. As you can see I've gradually become more and more superficial, but that's just a defence mechanism against the pure misery that we call life. To weigh up for my superficial sides, I also work politically, non-profit.
#8 I have rather high standards. I'm an idealist. I hate war, injustice and those who benefit from the pain of others. I highly believe that most employers are Satan personified. I do believe that the wealth of this world could be spread more equally, and yet give everyone a decent life, even a FUN life. I don't just believe, in my world it's a fact, that every single creature is of equal worth and should have equal rights. I also hate weapons. Despite this, I still kill mosquitos, eat meat and have an unhealthy fascination for mobsters (hey, they're portayed humorously and eat nice food!).
#9 In case anyone did not notice, I'm one of those foodies. I love spending hours in my kitchen. I started cooking in my lower teens, as it was a primary need- my father couldn't cook at all, so when I moved to his place, I simply had to learn how to cook, if I wanted anything other than take-out, tv-dinners, cookies, ice cream or candy. And I did. I'm in favour of slow cooking though, so every attempt to make me go into a restaurant kitchen (by student councellors, the employment agency and so forth) has been wildly fought by myself, as I do not respond well to stress, and do not wish to have my hobbies ruined by it.
#10. I curse. All the fucking time. And I do not see the problem with doing so. When we're brought up, most of us have to endure these lectures about how cursing drains your ability to express and makes your tounge black, and what not. I've found the opposite. Without my beloved cursing, my language is empty and hollow. I still have a rich vocabulary- in Swedish, so you won't notice right now -and my cursing only makes it richer. Very few Swedes are actually religious, so this is not a factor when trying not to curse, even if I can see why this is probably a bigger issue in, for example, the big country in the west, where more people seem to have some kind of religious beliefs. Swedish prophanity rules.
There you go. I wasted probably an entire hour of my life on pure egoism! Maybe it was much needed. Now, I'm supposed to tag a bunch I'd like to know more about. This may be a problem since no one besides my sister in law ever reads my blog, due to lack of updates... But in any language, I'd like to know more about the following:
Annes Food
huldra
Lottson
Michadelica
nena sagst
...and Johanna, if she had a blog!
onsdag, juni 10, 2009
Någon kom ihåg Stöjs födelsedag!
Med posten i måndags kom ett litet anonymt kuvert med pussar på Stöjstjärtar. I kuvertet två härliga virkade korvar med... Ja, med vad då? Även om Stöjs hemlige välgörare ännu är okänd, har vi våra aningar.
Var e brudarna?
Va? Jaså..? Jaha..?
Kom du lilla kurran så ska ru få rej ett nyp!
Å du också!
Var e brudarna?
Va? Jaså..? Jaha..?
Kom du lilla kurran så ska ru få rej ett nyp!
Å du också!fredag, juni 05, 2009
Partitillhörighetskvalifikationer.
Jag är helt säker på att det förhåller sig på följande sätt: för att få gå med i Centerpartiet (Fascisterna) måste man, i de fall man råkar vara kvinna, avlägga ett röstprov. Den som har tillräckligt gäll och skrikig röst, och dessutom låter som en olycksdrabbad bäver, får bli medlem. Detta enligt inträdesparagrafen Lex Maud.
Lena Ek klarade sig nog rätt bra på provet på sin tid. Personligt iakttagande gör för gällande att Ingrid Lundqvist, EU-parlamentskandidat (plats 35) från Sollentuna, klarade det med stor bravur.
Lena Ek klarade sig nog rätt bra på provet på sin tid. Personligt iakttagande gör för gällande att Ingrid Lundqvist, EU-parlamentskandidat (plats 35) från Sollentuna, klarade det med stor bravur.
lördag, maj 02, 2009
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