Wednesday, 7 January 2009

difference

Men and women are funny. If a man doesn't like you he'll either terrorise you or ignore you. If a woman doesn't like you she'll be incredibly friendly and polite to you and then speak about you behind your back.
If a man does like you, however, he'll terrorise you in a friendly way and he'll also offer help if you ever need it for something. If a woman likes you she jokes and laughs and tries to catch your attention when she thinks you're not looking.


Women are insane creatures. I'm one of them and I still think so. If two pairs are out (two women and their husbands), the women can communicate by just using glances. It's a skill every woman have. I once red an entry by someone about how women use pauses at the exact right spots to let other women know that they were bugging them. A man wrote it and I translated it for you just now because I like you so much.


The secret language of women

The most used language in the world own neither name nor dictionary. It cuts through all language barriers. I've made the discovery that women of all ages can speak it, and I reveal the little I know for men all over the world. This secret language is a strange combination of words, intonation, veiled raises of the eyebrows and wellplaced pauses that helps women to exchange insults in such a way that the man think they're complimenting each other. They can make the man think, that the woman they speak of, is a very dear friend, when they are really cutting her to pieces. It also helps them in social situations where opinions aren't always appreciated.
The hostess decides, for example, that it's time for everyone to start thinking about the refrain. The hostess might say: "Can't I get you another drink (pause) before (pause) you leave". The man does of course accept the offer about another drink, the woman knows that it's time to go home. And it was the pauses, placed on the exact right places, that did it. The pause is the key to say "not in a million years".
When Mrs. Svensson calls Mrs. Johansson and tells her that her four unmarried cousins just arrived from Lindesberg, and that she'd like to bring them to the coctailparty, Mrs. Johansson doesn't have to say "over my dead body". She just says "eh! (pause) yes, you can bring them (pause) with you". This is said with the careful usage of both pauses and intonation that makes Mrs. Svensson understand that if she ever wants an invitation again in her lifetime she'd better give the cousins a bottle of blackberry juice and leave them at home.
Another method that men often miss is the reverse meaning of a statement. How many men haven't been forced to sleep on the couch after having believed that their wives have really been serious when they've said that "I don't want anything on my birthday". This, gentlemen, is her old native tongue speaking in either English or Hindu. Its' true meaning is "I haven't seen you trying to sneak any parcels in. You'd just try and forget my birthday".
And all you men who thought that when a woman told another woman "oh, dear..." it meant that she was nice and motherly caring, when she's actually saying "Oh my Lord... are you really that stupid?". Beware to believe in a woman who carefully choses her words. For example, a woman who tells another woman "eh (pause) you look so cute" means about the same thing as if she asked her if she'd got dressed in the dark. The same goes for when a woman has just been caught by another, or caught in the act of making a social mistake. She answers something which means "oh (pause) my. Aren't you a strange one? Poor little me would never have thought about that".
And to make it all even more confusing for us poor men, the intonation can change the meaning of any word. Take the simple statement "I think she's very sympatic";
  • a muffled way of saying it means that she's a real sourpuss.
  • an aggressive intonation means that she's a slut.
  • stressing the word "think" means that she's a mystery.
  • stressing the word "very" and "sympathic" means that the woman has secrets.

Let's now make the problem even worse and let the same woman raise her left eyebrow when she says "I think she's very sympathic". This means that the latter mentioned woman has slept with all of the listening woman's husbands.
The principle seems to be that all women who take part in this kind of game never let the man know or even suspect what's going on. This means that a woman would never answer an insult about her clothing with something else than "but I like your dress too. My unmarried aunt actually had one just like it". While this hidden language really complicates things for the woman, it also have many obvious advantages. But for you men all I can say is, that if you think you'd like to learn it, start with sanskrit instead. You'll find it to be much easier to learn.

This is all very true, I know because I've done it countless times with my friends and every time the men present wondered what the hell we just said to each other.
Let me give you a simple lesson - men are assholes, women are witches. They both mean well, but somewhere along the line they tend to misunderstand each other quite a lot. Easy, clear, simple statements are usually the best way to communicate with the other side. A clear "I really don't like you" is much better than "you're an idiot". This will, of course, be a bit tricky if the person you don't really like decides to annoy you and answer "yes you do" in which case it won't really matter what you say.
You know what... Let's just be quiet and show with actions if we like each other or not. A simple raising of the middle finger to someone usually means "I really don't like you" whereas a hug generally means the opposite.

Tuesday, 6 January 2009

bring it on

I found a key today. Yep, the route of out my bleshness. The secret is that you need something to focus on more. You know, something that makes the bleshness seem less important.
For me it's organising. Any kind of organising really. (I usually always check travels and plan trips when I feel like shite.) Just something that occupies my head and goes in a loop and just pushes all the crap away.

Bye, bye, silly little love-issues - we might meet again some day.

The saddest part is that I had actually forgotten what it felt like to feel like this. To be fully focused. To actually believe in something. It feels amazing!

Monday, 5 January 2009

squeezeday

Today's a squeezeday. We actually call it that. Squeezeday. It sounds quite funny in English because I've never really thought about the actual meaning of the word "squeeze" in this context.
What it means, here in Sweden, is usually a day between a weekend and a holiday. All the schools are usually closed on these days and most of the companies give their employees the day off. (Mine didn't though, so H1 had to work this morning.) The holiday this time is Twelfth Night (also called "the Eve of Epiphany" in my dictionary - god knows why.) You know, I gotta hand it to mr. Jesús. Sure this whole god-thing was a bit over the top and sure he did get himself killed in the end, but you know, without him I wouldn't have this day off. Thank you, Jesús.

Although I have to say that it would be quite nice if it was an actual "go-out-and-squeeze-your-friends-day". I think Swedish people could use more squeezing. Of course, this would also lead to that someone somewhere squeezed a completely random person just for the fun of it and that random person wouldn't like it so the squeezer would get shot and killed, which would lead to riots for and against "squeezing" and before we know it Sweden would be in ruins. That would be a bit sad - it's a very beautiful country. Then again, maybe that would mean that no one would really care about the part of Sweden that I live in and we'd get a possibility to become a completely free country. You know, I'll get back to you on this...

I have too much clothes. It really does become a problem sometimes; like two days ago when I did the laundry (by hand because I do that) and found a t-shirt I'd forgotten that I had. A green t-shirt with a special cut. I mean OH MY GAWD!
Anyway, the main problem with this is that there's no room for my clothes so I really should throw some of them away. But they still fit and I still like them... To have had the same kind of body since high school really isn't as good as it may seem. I have skirts that are ten years old and they still fit like a glove and look great, so I can't throw those away. Issues, issues.

One of my friends once told me that if the biggest problem you have for the moment is which colour to wear then your life it pretty damn good. My biggest issue right now is if I should wear jeans or a skirt and in that case which colour I should have on my pantyhoses (black or brown).
Sometimes I see myself as shallow...

/Anna - the dictionary of Christian holidays

Sunday, 4 January 2009

silence

I just saw The Life of David Gale. Wow. I know I have a certain love for depressing movies, but wow. The thoughts in my head are just completely still now, it's... unusual.

Saturday, 3 January 2009

cruel awakening

Someone once called me "naïve". At the time I didn't agree, but I'm beginning to wonder if maybe there was some truth to it after all. I've realised that I like to believe what people tell me because I judge others after myself and I don't lie (that much). Again and again I've been proven wrong and still I keep on going. It ends now. I'm tired of making a fool of myself and hoping that "this time it's gonna be different". It's never different. It never changes.

This year is about me and positive thoughts so this is me being positive. I'm not believing it anymore. I'm not trusting people anymore. I'm through with it.

May your year be as great as mine will be.

Friday, 2 January 2009

glorious

My hands look like the hands of a very old person. You know, all dried up and creepy.
My right foot hurts so much I can't walk properly.
But I'm not complaining - more stating facts.
On the plus-side I did look really good at the New Year's Party (my best friend told me she'd "totally do me" if she was a man so I think that's good), I have icecream in my freezer and it's icy cold outside. It's something special with cold weather... A clear sky with stars and a breath that becomes a small cloud as soon as it leaves the mouth. I think it's the mysterious feeling I get from it. I like myseries. I probably shouldn't for some reason I don't know, but I do. Of course, I also like fairytales and colours and I have no idea why I'm writing that down. Hrm...

You know, there is something special about a person's voice. A really beautiful person can turn you off completely with a horrible voice and a very monotone voice will make you lose interest completely. (Yes, I know - I am shallow, but I'm also in love with voices.) So why am I writing this down? No reason really more than that I just saw parts of Lord of the Rings: Return of the King and Hugo Weaving (who plays Elrond, the king of the elves) really does have a great voice. Of course, that might've been because I've seen V for Vendetta and associate him with a dark, dangerous and mysterious man...

Anyway - here's a sidenote; the seven deadly sins.
  • lust
  • gluttony
  • greed
  • sloth
  • wrath
  • envy
  • pride

And here are the holy virtues:

  • chastity
  • temperance
  • charity
  • diligence
  • patience
  • kindness
  • humility

So far I have done all the deadly sins - five of them just a few hours ago - and only chastity of the virtues. Although, they probably count in thoughts too so that'd make it 5-0 for the deadly sins this year. Looking good so far!

Thursday, 1 January 2009

welcome

It really did end with a boom and it was an amazing end to less amazing year. A party that started in the early eve and ended at 5:30am this morning. Truly wonderful.

I got a fortunecookie for 2008 at dinner and it said "Your kindness will be repaid". Then, after midnight, we got one each again which will be for all of 2009 and mine says "Don't be afraid to take that big step". Everyone else got fortunes like mine for 2008 and I get this. The time for fear and anxiety is over - something new is definitely coming.

And yes, I did stand there like a moron at midnight going "oooh" and "aaah" and "look over there".