Inside my mind!

A couple of weeks ago, the weather in Norway was super hot and summery, which is something that has not happened in the last four years. Everyone (except me) was happy for all the sun and heat out there... People were enjoying the weather, walking around in bikinis... sun bathing on the grass in the middle of downtown... the pubs and restaurants were full, the city was once again ALIVE after the long dark winter.  But as soon as people barely started getting used to the heat that a cold wave hit the coutry, first starting with cold northern winds... but it was not cold enough to go back to winter clothing. It's the most annoying type of weather when you don't really know what to wear! If you dress up in summer clothes, you'd freeze, if you dress up in winter clothes, you'd suffocate! So, to keep a long story short, I tried to find a healthy balance by making myself a corset made of leather.  Why, you may ask? Well my tummy and waist area have always been a wea

Say NO to plastic! For the last few years I've been trying to stay away from plastic bags when getting groceries. I monitored the household's production of plas tic waste and I got 2kgs in two weeks and this is after making sure I don't buy unnecessary plastic. This is mostly due to the fact that almost every vegetable and fruit in Norway comes wrapped in lazy packs of 6 or so... in plastic!!! I have not used a single new plastic bag in nearly 4 years. I make my own soap, shampoo, detergents, and now shopping bags. I just crocheted this cotton thread net bag that fits 2,5 kgs of medium sized potatoes (double the amount shown in the picture). It fits inside a child's palm and it only weighs 20g. So from now on, I won't have to feel embarrassed nor waste people's time who are behind me in queue to wait for the cashier to weigh my dispersed mixed veggies! I'll make you a bag if you want one!   # saynotopl

I am intense, I speak my mind, I call out people for their bullshit and I have very low tolerance for jerks. I probably have burnt one too many bridges to go back... I'm at a place and time in my life where I have very little patience for people who are flat out jerks. I don't try anymore with them... I don't give chances. In the past few years, I have realized that I don't have to subject myself to these people/experiences anymore. I am mature enough to choose the people I want hanging around me, I get to pick the ones I would like to keep, as well as those I don't want anywhere near me. Don't get me wrong, I am not a ruthless heartless mean being of a person. Quite the contrary really. I have been the kind, caring, patient, giving, empathetic, selfless person that looks after everyone else first and themselves last... for far too long. And I always thought that because I am like that with others, I expected them to behave the same way towards me. How w

What do we seek in life? I can only speak of myself... I seek meaningful connections. Be it with people, with things, with knowledge, with places... Things that mean something, mostly to me. As I am trying to please myself and find happiness within me. Now note that this does not in any way mean that I am selfish, actually far from it. I am merely exploring my own depth and understanding the world around me, and why some things ring a bell inside me while others don't. Have you ever thought about why we have certain likes and dislikes? Why we prefer some things over others? People? Places? I acknowledge the fact that entourage, life events, childhood memories, etc, have some influence on us. But try to strip your mind of all that, disconnect yourself from the outside world and just try to go deep inside yourself... inside your thoughts, desires, ideas, perceptions, scents, sounds, sensations... try to understand yourself. Understand your own needs, your own fulfilment. Wh

The heart does not emphasize on color, race, gender, wealth, social status, bodyshape or any other shallow aspect when it loves. Love IS blind to all that societal mumbo jumbo... it's the mind that's the problem... You love your child even if he/she is ill, deformed, or even not up to the "standards of beauty". A child is a small human being now... you love it because it's innocent and harmless, he/she has no shame nor hand in the situation. That same child will become an adult, and will be loved by someone who remembers that this person was once a child, and love them the same way. Every person is someone's child... we have no say in what genes we carry... let's just understand this once and for all... no race is better than another. It's what you make of yourself that matters. How you build yourself, personality, knowledge and life. In a couple of hundred years there will be no more races... we will be so mixed that no person will b

We all have been through a breakup or two (or twenty) that have left us broken, devastated, miserable, sitting in a dark room in our home clothes for days… eating junk food and ice cream for comfort and crying ourselves to sleep. Well, at least those of us who dare to admit it. After a hard break up, especially after a serious, deep connection with someone over a long (or long enough) period of time… it gets harder to stand up again, mostly if the breakup was not peaceful or one sided… It gets even worse if there was cheating involved. The broken up with might suffer more damage than they realize… as this can affect one’s self esteem, trust in others… and in extreme cases, willingness to try anew with someone else. When is the right time to move on? How can one move on if there were deep feelings involved in the previous relationship, or even when trust is broken? Some people find solace in just jumping into a new relationship… the first person to smile back at them… they jum

In my short days I have encountered Humans of many sorts... The kind, the evil The smart, the weasel The nonchalant, the galant The simple, the twisted... The paranoid, the self righteous The narcissist, the sadist The victim, the drama queen... I thought I had covered All that's in between... Until... I met you! You... showed warmth So intense... it melted me! You... showed support So strong... it lifted me! You... offered a dream Too good to be real You... let me regain My faith in humanity. Little did I know... All you wanted was To melt me, To lift me up so high... Just to drop me hard To break me... Alas, my friend... Little did you know... I get stronger when on fire! Nothing breaks someone Who's already lost it all... Nothing shakes someone Who's not afraid to fall... And I, my friend... Am not built for failure... I give thanks to you For a lesson learned... While I admire your Self loathing... Your anger...

Things aren't getting less complicated. What are we good at other than piling things up.... in the end, we leave it all behind for someone else to carry the burden. What are we so occupied by? Running like headless chickens all our lives... to buy, buy and buy some more... so worried about leaving a trace behind...  most do leave a trace alright, a trace of garbage, junk... a hoard of things, things and more things. Then what? What choices do we really have in life? Either follow the path traced by others, repeat the same mistakes and struggle through or follow the less traveled path and struggle some more... which one is better? Can luck be blamed? Does luck exist? Values change, respect and moral standards have lost their meaning... you seem to be worth what you own in zeroes in a bank... not what values you live by or the content of your brain. This is a world where tyrants rule and the sheep wave and cheer... too afraid to speak out, where children are injected with d

It's much easier than common belief how women, (the vulnerable, oh so sensitive and nurturing creatures) can be cruel. Don't believe me? Piss one off, go on... I dare you. (Hope you will live to tell the tale.) I'll continue this piece later.

1. Do you notice that they tend to talk badly about others? 2. Do they have a tendency to be negative most of the time? 3. Do they talk more than they listen? 4. Are they always right? (Or think they are) 5. Do they tend to force relationships with others? (Even friendships) 6. Do they judge everything based on their personal experiences? 7. Do you catch them lying too often? 8. Do they need to assert superiority by being vocally brutal? 9. Do you feel like nothing you say or do is good enough? 10. Do they drag out your past and not allow you to be different from it? 11. Do they violate your boundaries and never respect your "no"? 12. Do they tend to not care about others' feelings and like to see them suffer? 13. Does everything have to always be about them? What they think, feel and want? 14. Do they take a lot from you and give you very little? 15. Are they easily bored and need constant stimulation? 16. Do they make you feel like you

Narcissistic personality disorder is something one needs to be diagnosed with by a psychiatrist. However these people tend to not think anything is wrong with them enough in order to get diagnosed with it, for the few who do, have already done quite a bit of damage to the women who have tried to love them.  (PS: narcissistic personality is as often present in men as it is in women, in this piece, we're taking an example of a narcissistic man, but the same and more applies to women.) So as a woman, it is in your best interest to know what symptoms to look for, because regardless of the diagnosis, those symptoms can have a long effect on you.   Contrary to the stereotype, it's not just a self absorbed, conceited guy who posts a lot of selfies and fishes for compliments all day... that is one part of it, but the single, most characteristic sign of a narcissistic man is a man who thinks the world revolves around him and that nobody else's feelings matter.  On the dating

What is emotional eating? It's a form of disordered eating and is defined as an increase in food intake in response to negative emotions, and can be considered maladaptive strategy used to cope with difficult feelings. Or in other words, it's a poor excuse of a title we give ourselves for binge eating (I don't mean the binge eating disorder), indulging in the consumption of food or substances we know will hurt us and we know we regret the second they enter our bodies, but we keep on doing it until we find ourselves covered in our own tears. After talking to several people who admit to being "emotional eaters", I've found one thing in common in both men and women, self loathing. Coping with a problem by hurting ourselves? Isn't that a form of masochism? How do we expect ourselves to get better if instead of solving the current problems, we are creating bigger ones, only making the pile bigger and heavier to carry on our own? In answer to my qu