So you think you’re better than me?

It can be great to have a best friend. Someone who is like your other half, and someone you can really identify with, but i think it can be dangerous to identify too much with your friends. I know, that for some people it can get to a level where you see everything as a competition between yourself and your friends.
When I describe it like this, it really sound like I say that this wouldn’t be a pretty good friendship, but sometimes I see myself like this kind of person too, I have to admit that. It’s not very satisfying always being compared to others, to be the second best and to be the second choice. Never the less, people will always compare you to others, and mostly it will be the people close to you, which isn’t good, but it’s also impossible to avoid. There wouldn’t be any good without bad, so you can’t really blame anyone for this. You can just be yourself and hope for acceptance. Namaste.

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Responsible snowmen?

I know that i’m not the only one who find it pretty scary to grow up. As a child you only wish to grow older and get responsibility, but when you are so close to being an adult, “resposibility” suddenly sound very different. I guess it’s the idea of responsibility that scares most people, me included. But why? If i really think about it, what is it then, that i think will happen to me? Absolutely nothing! So many other people have managed to do it, so why shouldn’t I?
I guess you shouldn’t think too much about it, sometimes it’s okay if you just want to watch cartoons and build showmen.

Everything isn’t just black and white

We use so much time, thanking the people who does something good to us, which is great! But why don’t we ever thank the people who has treated us badly? What i mean is…haven’t they affected us just as much as our good friends? They have helped ud just as much as anyone else, becoming who we are today. Imagine what the world would look like if this was a reality, i can’t really figure out if it would be positive or negative. It is so hard to change your mind on people who already made a bad impression on you, but i am just trying to be positive.

Just read this..

“After you die, it is believed that you have 7 minutes of brain activity left inside you, and in the 7 minutes you experience your entire life over, in a kind of dream…Because in a dream time is stretched. So if this is the case, what if right now you’re in that 7 minutes. How do you know if you’re alive or just reliving old memories?”

This is just…a little mindblowing.

Dear me in 20 years

Dear me in 20 years

I read something the other day, about this philosopher called Sartre. He believed that the existence and the essence of a person wasn’t connected, and that the essence of a man would change as a result to the choices he make. This is why it is so much harder to write a letter to you, than to 14 year old me, because i already know what the essence of 14 year old me was, and what the essence of me today is.
I can’t really tell you anything, like i could with 14 year old me, can i? It is you that have something to teach me. I hope that you’re happy, and i hope you held on to everything that was worth it.

The princess and…me?

This is a weird observation, and i don’t know if it is true. But lately i noticed,that when girls want to get a guy who’s already with a girl they often say hello and shake hands with their “opponent”(mostly drunk girls of course). 
It makes me feel like a toad when it happens, it is like they are thinking “fair enough, you’re uglier than me, no problem”.
From my latest posts i might seem kinda pathetic, but that is not what i wan’t you to think. I just feel so indifferent next to him. I am not the princess, i am the toad…or am i? Because it’s the princess who gets the prince right?

Anyone who knows what i mean?

Those days…

Those days when you feel like you’re the most awkward person in the whole world, and it is like you don’t know yourself. Yeah this was pretty much my day, not that anything special happend, it’s just a feeling i get sometimes. It sounds so random, but does anyone know what i’m talking about?