Last night I dreamed that posted a link on Facebook to a song I had written. Lots and lots of people commented, hundreds, many of them I had no idea who were. My dream consisted of just watching the stream of comments coming, some of it read in the voice of those who posted them. Someone made some stupid remark, misogynistic I think, and this was replied to with long angry ranting. This was responded to with more angry ranting. In the end there was lots of caps lock and exclamation marks but no communication. People just shouted their opinions (completely unrelated to my song!) out loud with their ears closed and rode their own personal hobby horses to the brink of death. They didn't notice each other, they didn't notice other people's arguments. It was sad. I choose to interpret this dream as a metaphor for humanity.
Isolation is nice. I like it, though you turn slightly crazy from it. You get a different perspective on how the world works, more unfiltered maybe. You get time to rethink things, think about how you relate to other human beings. I've noticed that I appreciate my interactions with humans a lot more now that I live in this cabin
But even though I enjoy solitude, I also need other people to avoid becoming lonely. Few things make me feel better than good conversations, or even just the quiet presence of another person.
I also need other people there to correct me, because sometimes I'm completely wrong. Many
It is hereby decreed that:
LIFE is too short and nasty, and the world too full of shit, for good people to be allowed to walk around without being appreciated, without being let to know that they, by existing, make the/my world a little bit warmer, a little bit friendlier and a little bit more beautiful.
THIS DECREE SUPERSEDES ALL SOCIAL ANXIETY
Note to self after today's dinner: Not everything needs to bathe
The concept of normality is strange.
You can be a huge fucking asshole and still be considered normal. You can wear slightly weird clothes, behave slightly weird, talk slightly weird, look slightly weird and suddenly you're an outsider. It doesn't really surprise me then, that half of Norway seems to be mentally ill at times, when the idea of normality is so narrow that you almost need to be crazy to fit in. We live in an awfully conformist society. I want to fight for a warmer and weirder society with a more inclusive idea of what normality is.
Eurovision. Russia wants us to "bury our guns" LOL
#7 All the children
watched the Teletubbies
Except for Serge
He read Apollinaire's Les onze mille verges
There should be scholarships for people who just want to live alone in the woods and drink beer and think about stuff.
(there are a lot more of them, I just have to separate the interesting ones from my attempts at gibberish poetry and thought experiments about sharing a joint with Franz Kafka)