Thursday, 1 December 2011

Purple fluff and green lint.

There are several things that have hit me lately. Like a big brick in the back of my head.
The first one is that I need sunlight to function like a normal human being. Without sun I get very tired and boring and I yawn all the time.
The second is that I really don't drink enough tea and the third is how incredibly Swedish I am. I try not to be, like it's something really bad and contagious, but I end up there anyway. Let me give you an example. I'd rather not go into a conflict - not because I don't like to reason and yell and scream, but because I don't like to make a fuss. A fuss. There's Swedish trait number one for you. Being a bother is a Swede's worst nightmare and I've noticed that if I'm invited to visit someone I always end the sentence with "if it's okay with you". Well, obviously it's okay with whoever invited me, why else would they invite me? That makes no sense at all.
Another example would be the weather. Now, I know that pretty much everyone discusses the weather at one point or another, but Swedes do it to avoid talking about other subjects.

"- It's raining today.
- Yep.
- Gonna rain tomorrow.
- Yep."


It goes on like that. The wind blows too much, there's not enough sun, it's too warm, it's raining too much etc etc. Of course, we wouldn't change it for the world. "We like the changes of season even if it means we complain about the snow four months a year."

A third trait is starting the sentence with "I'm not a racist, but..." - everyone does it and no one sees themself as a racist, they're simply just stating facts (and of course, telling people that they're not racists). Myself included. The clarification is important because to other Swedes it means that you know what you're talking about and that you're not afraid to say it. And of course, that you have nothing against people from other parts of the world. We delude ourselves into this kind of thinking because we eat foreign food, drive foreign cars and because our neighbour is from Taiwan (speaking perfect Swedish of course and always picking up after the dog). I assume the rest of the world see straight through it, but at least they're nice enough to not tell us and burst our bubble.