People don’t want you to be alone. They don’t want you to be single either and eagerly push a partner on you. And this is not really because they don’t want you to be lonely, or unhappy… they really don’t care about that, no. People want you to be with someone because then you are less of a threat. Outch, that’s right.
When you are always walking, working and living with a group of people, or when you are ‘safely’ married, then there is someone there to keep you in place, to keep you distracted. You are more likely to do ‘normal’ things, and that makes you safe to the crowd. When you are alone a lot and/or live alone, you are so much more likely to do some serious thinking (or watch some nasty porn, either way…).
Continue reading “The real reason people don’t want you to be alone! That’s right ;-)”
I just want to be, to be free. To be, is the ultimate state of existence. To simply be, is free of false identity. False identity is often the misjudgements placed upon you by others who cannot understand you. And it obviously can be very limiting. Your identity comes with rules and morals. Even if you love what you do, and even if it inflates your ego, people soon attach their sheepish social rules and misjudgements on you. You are confined to living in a box of social expectations. Wouldn’t it be nice to be free of that? Continue reading “Challenge your given ‘identity’…”
A few years back when I moved to Oslo’s finest Victorian and ‘Jugendstil’ neighbourhood Frogner, yes, where all the hipster bartenders and fit Swedes live, I soon was a popular daily guest at the new cafe concept here called Joe and the Juice. The hip cafe with good, high vibes induced by the charming selection of exclusively male staff in their early twenties. Euphoric, sexy house music and flirty, handsome cuties with caps, hey, it’s just my thing. So the five Joe and the Juice cafes in Oslo became my second home. I had charming, funny and interesting conversations, lot’s of free coffee of course, delivered with a wink, hearts on my loyalty cards, vast amounts of compliments… the occasional fling after closing time… 😉 . Continue reading “Me-ink & and the Juice”
I see all those things, around me and in my head. A certain scene, a certain feeling, moments… places… towns, buildings, oceans, people, a vibe… and it is so hard to not be able to explain all the visions and emotions that I see, the amazing feelings that arise from a memory, a sudden scent that overwhelms me. The smell of something is the greatest trigger of amazing visuals, ecstatic feelings, and also some very scary thoughts of otherworldly experiences.
I can only describe it as really sexual. With thoughts and emotions tingling, vibrating and running up my spine to my chest, like a pleasant and ecstatic electricity running through my body… this electrical charged sensation that triggers certain feelings, visions and dreams at night. Continue reading “Electrical! Sexual in body and soul…”
I grew up in a classic and conservative home. Learned very good manners, learned etiquette. Received good education. Ironically, this went hand in hand with my environment outside. The dodgy underworld and red light district was very close by. Shady people went through my life and kept me good company. Not to forget that the streets of a big German city could be tough for a youngster to grow up in, and at night definitely could be rough. I love culture and old fashioned class. I learned the ways of being a lady… But I definitely learned the hard way … Continue reading I’ve got the best of both worlds, or perhaps the worst?? 😉
Politically correct??? Nah…!
Seriously, I dislike that term ‘politically correct’… and the people who pretend to be! Really. I have been accused of being politically INcorrect in the past… and you know, it’s a compliment. Because, I actually physically helped many individuals (and animals) out of trouble or defended them from abusers. Helping those in need is really what life is about, right? Continue reading “Politically correct??? Nah…!”
I love compliments… I love getting them and I love giving them! Always have been blessed with getting a good amount of nice comments when I meet new people, when I walk through the streets, cafes, shops, wherever really, I always receive nice compliments by strangers… Mostly on my looks, my eyes, … my ‘charming presence’, my ‘fascinating aura’, my happy vibe… yep, mostly from guys of course, but also often by women, and occasinally by the odd psychic (or crazy person) who can see the ‘real’ angelic (or demonic) me 😉 I love those. I truly am blessed with getting flattery. And it really makes my day!
And just as I love receiving them, I am an absolute flatterer and sweet-talker myself. Continue reading “Flatter me, flatter you 😉 Why compliments are awesome.”
I just love, love perfumes… always did. I always had several different perfumes on my shelf, just to highlight the mood I felt at that moment. I had a hot sunny day perfume, a rainy day perfume, a wild, stormy mood perfume, a deep and sexy fragrance, or a light, playful scent, a melancholic mood perfume, which was a heavy, deep purple one, … or a spicy ‘adventure night out’ fragrance… My favorites then were called Temperance, Cannabis, Wild Roses and Beautiful Dream. I still remember exactly how they all smelled. I know what scents attract me and I know what doesn’t. Smells make me immediately feel certain emotions, remember things and happenings, they make me see visions of places I have not been to, yet.
Good smells are really important to me, they make me feel good, they make me feel alive. Thus I love sniffing roses, the smell of rain, the smell of the ocean, trees, grass, passing by the bakery, horses, yes they smell amazing too. I just love the strong smell of the countryside… you know, this blend of earth, straw and cow dung. Yes, some might find that very strange for an ehm, ‘elitist smellist’ like I am. Continue reading “Good scents of life… why I love perfumes!”
I’m sure I’m an alien, and yet I act so freakin’ human
I am fearless , but I can be so very scared of trivial things
I trust myself and yet I can regret my decisions
I am free and yet I can feel so entrapped
I am honest, but I can tell you fantastic lies
I am an open book and yet I share no secrets Continue reading “Naked… new poetic thoughts”
I often found out that whenever I think about a new story, writing it down and describing the character… I somehow manage to draw this vision into my real life… it’s pretty awesome, surreal, but also pretty spooky. For example, I describe a situation within my story, and a few days later I find myself in just this situation somehow. Or I describe a certain guy in my novel, and I go to a cafe and suddenly a guy sits there that matches my description perfectly… it’s like I make certain aspects of my stories appear … Continue reading Creating, acting and parallel realities