Blogs... Interesting phenomenon.

I write about myself but often in a more cryptic way than bloggers usually do. I like to keep it a bit more abstract, mainly because I need to process what I’m feeling without giving away all the details.

Still, I read a blog or two. If it’s someone I care about enough to have an interest in, even when it comes to what they had for breakfast. Or a person who just don’t write that kind of stuff but have things to tell about something I like, which on the other hand is more rare in these contexts.

Anyhow, hardcore blogging just isn’t for me!

Even though I'm kind of dark in my personality I have the ability to see things from the bright side. I mean, I'm not always this content. But sometimes, like now, I totally am!

It was this episode of The hills
Lauren got totally screwd over

How come those lame people remind me so much of former friendships?

I'm writing down the expression suits my soul coz that's exactly what it does. I wanna dive in to this feeling and swim in it forever!

I saw the new Batman movie at the cinema yesterday. Although it was awesome I felt sad the whole time. The reason for that is it made me think about death. I have a love hate relationship to this subject. I've always been drawn to it, like some sort of fascination for the fact that it's all ending. But I think mainly because I'm trying to figure out a way to handle it, romanticize to keep from getting all nasty. The truth is I won't accept how things are. Maybe when getting older I feel it's nature's way and all that. Now I only detest how it takes people away from me and finally I go as well. Anyhow, those thoughts have two reasons. At first the beautiful, and I don't mean his appearance as much as his talent, actor who died before the premier. And second, but most important, my grandfather. The story about that I just adore! I was around five years old and just seen the Batman cartoon, even then guys in black draw my attention. He was mysterious and misunderstood. The whole concept really appealed to me, he being above the law. Later my grandfather took me to a store full of toys. And there it was, this little Batman figure! I was never one of those kids nagging their parents to buy them stuff so I guess he just decided to give it to me since it was my favourite superhero. My grandmother was a bit unpleased and said "Couldn't you bought her a real doll instead". I wish he'd lived today so I could tell him how important this memory is to me. When later in life people tried to change me I noticed this warmth from knowing how open he was to letting me be myself.