Disarmament, or disarmament

Avväpning eller nedrustning

Ibland, och då menar jag bara ibland ser jag ord som definierar mig, ord som är obegripliga när du läser dem var och en för sig men tillsammans skapar meningsfullhet, en betoning som ger värdighet till lyriker. Ord är lika individuella, som vårt egna unika jag.

Mitt liv idag, jag står ensam och stark, men ändå bräcklig. Livet rullar på, men jag har självdistans nog att se det ur ett annat perspektiv och tid att reflektera. Och titta på vad som är vettigt.

Dagar förflyter med värdighet och bemöter inre stress eller meningslöshet. Vissa dagar går tiden lite för fort och jag har svårt att hänga med, idag har varit en sådan dag. Så mitt i denna förvirring, sprang jag in i en textrad som fick mig att sakta ner, säga stopp, nu kan du andas ut och läsa den igen.

”You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over”

Dessa fem meningar, poetiska ja, svårbegripliga nej inte speciellt, konstigt nog tog jag dem till mig, tog dem ur sitt sammanhang och spelade med dem som en svårsmältkaramell. Lät dem röra mina läppar och mitt i detta, fann jag en uppenbarelse, en inre frid. Orden talade till mig, berörde mig med värdighet och fick mig att klättra ut ur mitt skal att bara le och hålla med.

Lät orden använda sin meningsfullhet för mig själv och min egen oro för min obetydliga i andras ögon. Jag har hittat en balans mellan glädje och sorg, låta saker ske när känslan kräver uppmärksamhet. Att tillåta mig att vara ledsen, men inte begrava mig själv i egen avsky. Med tillräckligt avstånd för att veta att var sak har sin tid.

Med nyupptäckt självinsikt  avväpnar jag mig själv i kriget ständigt pågår mellan mitt jag och mitt mig.

Disarmament, or disarmament

Sometimes, and I mean just sometimes you see words that define you, words that are incomprehensible when you read them each one individually but together can create  meaningfulness, an emphasis that gives dignity to the lyricist. Words is of equal individuality, as our own unique self.

My life today, I stand alone, strong, yet fragile. Life rolls on, but I myself have remotely enough to see it from a different perspective and time to reflect. And look at what makes sense.

Days elapse with dignity and meet either of the internal stress or futility, but some days, time moves a little too fast and I find it hard to keep up with, today has been such a day. So amidst this confusion, I ran in too a text line that caused me to slow down, say stop, now you breathe out and read it again.


"You can get addicted to A Certain Kind of Sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So When We found That we Could not Make Sense
Well you said That we Would Still Be Friends
But I'll admit That I was glad That it was over "

These five sentences, poetic yes, arcane no not especially, strangely enough, I stuck to them, took them out of context and played with them as an indigestible caramel. Let them touch my lips and in the midst of this, I found a revelation, an inner peace. The words spoke to me, touched me with dignity and made me climb out of my shell to just smile and agree.

Let words turn its meaningfulness to myself and my own concerns about my insignificant in the eyes of others. I have found a balance between joy and sorrow, let things take place where the sense requires attention. Allowing me to be sad, but not bury myself in self loathing. With enough distance to know that every thing has its time.

With newly discovered self-awareness I disarm myself in the war constantly going on between my I and my Me.

Reply to date a girl who reads

A few days back I read a wondrous test about why you should date a girl that reads. I decided to write my own reply to that one, enjoy.
http://dialabook.in/blog/date-a-girl-who-reads-or-should-you/




Life is hard, why make it harder than it is. Date a boy who reads. A boy who will understand that If you fall, you should get up. Date a boy who didn’t understand the fascination of the Amiga, but stayed inside for two weeks during summer just to read Enid Blyton. A boy that smiles when he gets seated next to a girl with a white curl in her hair, and immediately wanders away to that summer day when Polgara had his attention. A boy that got bullied for he’s lack of social skills and weird ways, but knew a way to wander of into the stories of Aslan. A boy that at the age of eleven threw away Shogun and kept reading Kitty instead, just to finish something.

Find a Boy that loves to travel by train, just for the simple reason that there is a bookstore at the train station. A boy who is happy to listen in on other people's conversations, but that will not start a new one.

You will not find this boy on the city's best café, but rather on that on the back street, the place where they have the extraordinary good muffins. Find a boy who started playing Dungeons and Dragons just to have the opportunity to share a fate with their fantasy heroes. When you are dating this boy try not to snub off his childhood memories of the Star Wars saga. And if you are willing to listen, expect that he knows what happened in book seven, eight and nine.

Dating a boy who can see the hedgehog's elegance is amazing, but can not put his finger on why. A boy that knows that together, you are less alone, but may have difficulty to make contact with others. A boy who loves words, who gets fascinated and floats on clouds, just because of the words that roll so well on the tongue.

When you date a boy who reads you will see that his character is based on the heroes and heroines. Who knows that life consists with more shades of gray than black and white solutions. A boy who’s willing to listen and says; it depends, when you ask the simplest question. A boy whose literary digressions about tomatoes are something so important that it should not be neglected.

A boy who reads dares to be fragile. So don’t worry, he’s not angry with you when he’s quiet, he just sulk because the most wonderful book that exists is about to end and he has already has begun to grief over that fact. Only for the next moment disappear into the next literary genius. Who believes that all writing isn’t great, but who can’t see the difference between good and bad literature in any other way one than that they affects different parts of the self.

Want to win the boy's heart, so do you bring a towel on towel-day.