seeks editor for general raffinement and sharpening of edges.

so, who wants to be my editor?  I'd like an online editor, someone whom i don't know, and who doesn't know me.  You need to be really smart and enjoy some of my posts.
I am an awful writer, i know, cause i don't know how to rid me of my litterary darlings. So it all ends up being a little bit of to much (just like me myself i am when i get at to do something in the real life).  So far this blog is no great success, to be honest.  But it is still fairly good.  And sometimes interesting, and sometimes tidious.  I just can't really tell.  I am the opposite of a philosopher.  A philosophers job is to make distinctions between different consepts.  My abilities does not include making distinctions.  SO to meet with the needs of the real world i need you as an editor.  If you already read all this text you are probably qualified.  And interested.  Or you're just a furious philosopher.  I can assure you - no harm intended here.  And now you are waiting for me to praise you.  Here it comes:  Yeah, what a really great job you did reading all this and keeping your face!  wow, you read every word, awsome.  I like your style, your very serious, thats a good thing.  Will you come make me your bitch?  (be my editor.  I've never had any editors so i'm not all to familiar with the ways of such a professional relationship.)

well, don't wait, call me.

where's the undo button on facebook?

What to do when i embarassed myself on facebook!  It was no major thing, just i accidentally clicked join to an event i didn't want to join because the event already was over (Who joins an event when it's over! and ther was like only 4 other participants!).  So the embarassing thing is that the event maker will be notifyed that i'm explicitly joining his event which is already over.  Omg. hes gonna thing "well there's a proper fan of me! really" and next time he sees me he's gonna look at me extra carefully to se if my extra fan-ness is spotifyble. It will be, because i will remember this embarassement and start an uncontrollable blush.  Even though the one i was a particular fan of during todays event actually was his friend which was the reason why i even got close to that event-site in the first place, i just met that guy today and i wanted to see if i could find him on facebook.  I couldn't, bummer.  Or puh? at least there is a comfort he probably won't remember my facebook mess.  He probably was sceptical to join facebook because he was scared to do embarassing social mistakes (yeah, i wish...).  What an unnessecary eventful and stressful 5 minutes this has been.  Only two things to do now; 1 hope he (and nobody else) doesn't notice.  2.  Hope I can forget (i know i won't).  3 GET OF THE FREKIN INTERNET AND GO TO BED to prevent further embarassments, it's so late i long time ago lost control over my fingers. (4.  If that guy from the event is reading this because he's got extra time not being on facebook - here's a message for you; I'm really cute and want to meet you again)

issues.

I'm so introverted i hate exposiour.
I'm so fond of myself that i love the feedback.

It's a clinch.

It's not really a problem anyhow.  The real issue is how to build a future in a jungel of impossibilities. 

self. about occational naivity losses.

I just hate it when people see me better than i see myself, and when - after a substansial time laps (months, perhaps years) i get around to recognizing what i so immensly loathed the first time i was told i was like that..

Are you type A or B person?

PERSONALITY TYPES:

A.  The STAR! : Be the most ambitious freak you can and work your ass of to gain some selfpleasing when you see others respecting you - or even being jealous of your accomplishments.  Bitch about things when you're unhappy, be extatic when you succeed.

B.  The nobody : Be some part of a cogwheel, never complain and find your dealt-out place sufficient and pleasing.   Be mostly quiet.

I think i know who i am.  Who are you?  Is it right to make this distintion between different types of people?  I know artist's often do.  But artist's also often feel unseucsessful and have a hard life, that perhaps compells the artist to adhere to self-flattering hypotheses that justifies their hardship and suffering.

Are you your personality by choice or nature? 


(post-prologue from the type experimenter:

I exhausted myself helping my friends projects.  Same time my own security dwindled and i was suddenly left alone, tired and without future.  So, GET TO WORK!, i said to myself, can't stay like this, ain't entertaining enough!  It's hard to be one self, to create ones work and life and not to just let it happen.  Especially because the moment you start initiating your own activity, consequently there will be no activity when you can't be bothered being industrious.  These moments can create unsatisfactory empty voids in your soul, potentially dangerous stuff, so it is important to stay in the game.  Life is anyways not a controllable entity, so no matter how hard we try it is sure gonna be hard.  It's better to have a hard and happy life, rather than an also hard - but miserable life.  But for those who don't even bother trying i think it's important not to be ambitious. That's where i went wrong this time; it's lovely to be helpful to friends and all, but i forgot that my way of life is to be about my own ambitions.  Lack of working on my own situation creates confusion and can quickly become a game of hasard to me - leading me to confusion frustration, loss of initiativ and an all to scary darkness.  That i forgot, submitting to serving other peoples projects.
Finally, a word of adwise:  If you choose to be serving other peoples projects, be sure not to be the ambitious one yourself!)

uplifting listening (corcoran)

Listening to this was a very uplifting experience.  Nice music.  I love music.  And the human ability to focus on listening to gain esthetic profit is amazing.  How is it that we can make beautyful sense of soundwaves hitting us over and over?

And how about the instruments!  How could they possibly be invented with such precision and soundquality!  And the orchestra, how is it possible with collaboration on that level neccesary to play this so nicely?

In fact the whole thing is a demonstration of positive human qualities.  There is a lot of hostility and challenges in the world today.  But this demonstration of human capacities is strengthening my belief that it is possible to find solutions even when it seems impossible.

And if by chance solution or salvation is not yet present, this raffined expression of deepfelt emotions, especially the ones from the part of the emotional scale we really usually try to avoid falling into, can be quite suiting.

language is so scary part 2, identitycrisis.

I've said it before, language is soo scary!  Just think about how amazingly easy it is for us to create a parallell reality just by twisting the words a little bit.  How often isn't what you said really what you ment?  Or your typing gets ahead of you and the simple clear meaning you wanted to postulate has grown and become it's own entity, autonom outside of your mind.

Where are we really?  I guess perhaps humans are just blubs (/souls) walking around in shells of so called identity - stuff we really can't control.  But we believe we can, and in fact, our efforts to try and control and shape our identity encreases the gap between who we are and who we think we are.  We are never what (who) we think we are.  We are hardly what other people think we are either.  We are lost blubs deep down covered in a shell of believed humanity.  Though the real human is what we are when we are asleep.  Then we give our selves totally to our nature.

The real us is beyond words, of course, we all know this.  Still, we are so willingly reducing ourselves and others by trying to frame ourselves in a nice square or in a looped sequence of concepts - words.  This way of excluding and specifying qualities, abilities, feelings and so on enables us to reach a reduced and sensored understanding of our selves - an understanding we actually can grasp and accept.  Hence we all believe sometimes to be the king of the world.  The concept of a full authentic human being beyond words and culture is far to complex for us to understand. 

Conclusion: We are so trapped.  By our own language.  And our own nature.  This is of course why and how we are humans.  Perhaps we should celebrate rather than distress. Don't worry be happy.  And so on....

unsolvable animosity, why?

So my friends are enemies to one another.  What to do?  They are intelligent grown human beings with low self-esteem and a mean way of handeling each other.   They both behave irrational, they both can't see the other ones perspective, and neither of them can even imagine a solution.

Yet, they don't erase each others phone number.

I actually think they somewhere deep down love one another.  But they've hurt oneanother so intensly and deeply that it's not possible to build a bridge over the very large salty gap between them.   At least it's optimistic to think this rather than believing they cling on to one anothers phone numbers to always have someone to throw their shit at, someone to hurt.

It's very sad. And redundant.  But still so increadibly real.

And I feel pity for myself for having to handle being in the middle of a unsolvable situation that every now and then crashes and they hurt each other to bits and pieces because the world is to small for them to be able to avoid each other.

I must be the insane one here, thinking this is a problem for me. It is, of course, but that is so far from being the essence of the situation, it's ashaming me to think I'm that selfish. But I too can't really see any solutions here, it's like their disfriendship has become a force majeure in my life that i have to move around like another blizard.  And I'm already frozen, can't solve it so I've, with time, got increasingly indifferent.  It is sad.  And the entire situation very well feels just as unnecessary as sad.

How come we are so damaged that we trap ourselves in perpetually sad, hurtful and unsolvable situations?

relativity

reality is such a difficult topic.  I think that if i ever accidentally would be placed in a mental care institution, they would never let me out again.  Because I think they would assess me as crazy.  though I am sane.  It's just that if you ask someone "where is the realms of your reality, and can you explane exactly what is on the sane and what's on the insane side here?" and you make them answer this all too many times, anyone will seem unsane at minimum, and mostly insane.

Was this rood? Is this unfounded?
Do i have to be such a dick?

being kind is a kind of easy living experience.

Be kind!

Why not!
So what if something comes on your behalf?
you can take it?

Whatever is there to loose?  If the cynics "wins" becaue thei're cynic, they havent really won. 

It's not about winning anyway, it's about creating good memories.  Being mean and mad are never good memories.  So make an effort, be kind.  I know it's hard, i fail so badly at this all the time, but when i in fact succsed it get's inspiring.  It's a kind of easy living experience. 

Todays goal:

I'm aiming at winning the title most bullshit writer of the entire blog aera.

This is todays post:

My horoscope, i haven't read it yet, i suppose it's telling me that today is a great day to be confident but that i should wach out for rambelling tendencies in my mouth and mind.

That's so freakin accurate, you would not even believe it!

on beauty and nailpolish.

Nail polish is one of the most prominent illustrations of the ephemeral quality of beauty in our lives.  That is in regards to the way we think about beauty as an entity that is reachable, graspable, containable, and possible to own for an unlimited amount of time spent whishfully reflecting on superb garbage.

But nailpolish is also exquisit as an helpful metaphor for beauty in life - something that is best discovered rather than introuced upon.  unconventional views on and experiences of beauty allways seems more valuable than the preposted ideas we carry intersocially in our culture.

BREATHE!!!

Yeah, that's right.

And chill.

HAVe A NICE dAY, make peace around you. 

unresponsibility is so appealing, i cant help but wanting it.

sometimes things just gets more complicated. 

I DO NOT LIKE THAT.

am I childish?

Yes, one of my obstacles in life is that i don't want to make life changing decisions.  

Like, where to live, what to do for a living, committing to some other human. 

And then my surroundings asks me to make these decisions quickly and i get stressed out.  Damned.  I could have had a nice day, then serious shit that needs to be done, or decided about, takes all the fun away.  Guess i'm grown up anyway...

not to give up!

I made such an awful fool of myself at work today.  It lasted for hours.  I just couldn't stop.

I'm thoroughly happy that good friends can ease my mind with non-rational logic,

"it always goes better!"  "it will be better with more experience" "everyone has bad days" (that one's true, but it's not always work that has caused the problem.  But self-embarassement is usually a part of it for anyone slightly self conscious)

These things one tells each other to comfort and reestablish a broken harmony is usually sometimes true, so i fall for the positivity and decide to keep on fighting and not just stop everything and move to the street to avoid taking responsibility for my own life and my own actions.  There is people who are affected by my being an idiotic human being, so i should at least make an effort trying to do better, - i'll still fuck it up too often, but the idea that i'm trying is gonna keep my friends my friends for a longer time!

After all, society is the core of internet, had there been no society, we'd not need to impress people (and hence no need for internet).  

no no no.

I went out drinking yesterday.  It was fun for a couple of hours, but later it started to be strenuous.  We got tired, and nobody had anything to talk about but their own pathetic artistic challenges.  YOU ARE NOT AN ARTIST IF YOUR PROFESSION IS TO DRINK TOO MUCH AND WINE ABOUT YOUR LACK OF SUCCESS!

I'm now regretting these waisted hours.

And i woke up and read an article about the intelligence decline that's been going on since the 1850.
That's just sad, are we suppose to sit in the future, talking stupidity to each other day in and day out?
I'm not looking forward to that.

But why didn't i just go home earlier?  It's my eternal optimism (something radically cool might happen) in combination with the reduced judgement due to the quantity of beer.   I lost again.

Damned. This is far to stupid.  I'll go to the library now, to ease my bad consciousness. (*lol) (*weeping)

changing everyone?

My darlings,

How to live with people whom differ with great intensity from what you are yourself?

This might be a difficult situation.

But this situation is omnipotent.  We are always different from each other.  We need to just deal with it. 

sometimes relaxing feels like waisting time badly.

All i wanted to do was to relax and regain my energy.  I watched an explicity violent action film, and after i surfed the internet looking to satisfy my ego-projection needs by writing nonsense blogposts over themes that aren't really relevant to anyone.

I guess i'm pretty stressed out to even think about these things.

distracted

Why is it always harder to concentrate when one's got too much needed to be done?

just asking....

i love theory! (...)

! je !

am madly reading theory

seems infinitely interesting

I'm afraid i'm a lucky person!

It's so rewarding to discover almost un- but still graspable systems.  

RULES

new year

It was time to contemplate what had been, and how to do what differently, ways to improve, things to adapt to, what to stop doing and something good to start.

Then second of January came on a monday and we all had to stop thinking and get back to the routine.

routine living.  


maybe it's time to take back the mondays, just think about other stuff while suppose to calculate calculations.

Everybody knows stress is bad for you.

But thinking isn't.  I saw this really weird mexican music video on youtube.  I can't retrieve it, unfortunately.  I did not understand the lyrics, but the pictures of a man going around dragging things (cars, tools, threes, and other kinds of huge and heavy stuff) with a hang man rope around his neck was clear enough.  Stress was killing him.  Maybe if he had some time to reflect he would be less stressed.

And the former criminal who had put he's life straight told in the radio that it was in prison he had time to think about life and stuff and that's why he ended up changing from bad to a good guy using all he's experience as a gang leader to help kids become their best.


that's equally beautiful and rear.

Thinking is necessary!