The mandatory explanation in short about this blog.
Or as Charles Dickens put it with his last recorded words in 1870, according to his obituary,
"- Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art."
My life sucks, therefore I write. The topics in these pages summarizes a bit about how I view my life today after 40+ years wandering this planet. Watching, learning, always thinking about what I could have done different in the past 10-14 years.
The first three pages are written in Swedish. I then realized I am very much still in tune with the English language, both in thought and speech, and as such, I prefer to express my thoughts and emotions in English.
It feels more true to the nature of my emotions. More genuine to the reader whom should need to wade through the poor explanations, lack of poetry and, on these pages, a blatant disregard for inflicting my oddities and somewhat cynical humor as opposed to what I normally produce on all my other on-line pages.
A note. If you are on medication for depression. Take a pill BEFORE reading these pages. If you believe that will help.
Disclaimer! None of the pages here are to be construed as criticism or commentaries against or on any specific individual and any such similarities are pure coincidence.
Or as Charles Dickens put it with his last recorded words in 1870, according to his obituary,
"- Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art."
My life sucks, therefore I write. The topics in these pages summarizes a bit about how I view my life today after 40+ years wandering this planet. Watching, learning, always thinking about what I could have done different in the past 10-14 years.
The first three pages are written in Swedish. I then realized I am very much still in tune with the English language, both in thought and speech, and as such, I prefer to express my thoughts and emotions in English.
It feels more true to the nature of my emotions. More genuine to the reader whom should need to wade through the poor explanations, lack of poetry and, on these pages, a blatant disregard for inflicting my oddities and somewhat cynical humor as opposed to what I normally produce on all my other on-line pages.
A note. If you are on medication for depression. Take a pill BEFORE reading these pages. If you believe that will help.
Disclaimer! None of the pages here are to be construed as criticism or commentaries against or on any specific individual and any such similarities are pure coincidence.
The pages to the right described as follows below this image...
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| originally from "where_is_my_love" by Geistig |
- "Glädjen I Ett Nytt Liv..." in Swedish about my emotions on the subject of having kids, or as in my case, not having any at all.
- "För Gammal Att Älskas?" in Swedish about being to old to find a true love, or even a poor substitute in an FF for that matter.
- "Om Konsten Att Dö Med Värdighet!" in Swedish about the desire to end it all but still not making it all the way there.
- "Expressional Freedom..." about the resentment and antagonizing resistance from the uninvited critics of my life.
- "I Need Someone..." about my one remaining true desire.
- "Passion..." about how I view passion and believe I can best relay it physically and emotionally to a partner.
- "Nonexistant" about death, life, Tao and how senseless it all seems, the futile and vain chase we put up for some 70 odd years we call a complete life time.
- "Work Or Enslavement" about lack of appreciation, the injustice in daily life imposed by a few on the masses and how the oppression continues.
- "Pissing on life..." about frustrations, lack of feedback, failed communications in an ever more fast paced world.
- "The Unbirth..." about the life in reverse chronological order and what if the things that happen never happened at all.
- "My Anniversary of Death..." moving along, yet another day in paradise closer to my own demise, remembering when I last felt truly close to someone.
- "Never Before..." about this new experience called depression and how one should value what one has.
- "Don't Cry..." about the ever more clear fact I am most likely never going to have a relationship of such great value it will render a child to this world.
- "To Fall Down..." about the desire to set straight and right what was likely the greatest failure or fall in my life time. The point at which all this began.
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