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Midsummer Eve....

Yay!

A World Cup weather...

I must say that I really think I should start vary between English and Swedish in my blog from now on. I've felt an urge to write in Swedish again, and for now this is the only spot where I do sincere writing. But, don't worry. I will try and keep this post purely in English....Trasdocka...

Damn I failed.

The sincere writing of mine in this post will use the weather as a starting block. Not very original, I know, but very sincere indeed. You can not be anything but sincere when talking about the weather.

...So what about the weather?

I want to get drunk. I want to sit, with friends, and drink beer, cocktails and what not. I want to do stupid things like go swimming under the influence during the warm nights. I want to feel all mediterranean and free. I want to party my brains out and wake up to feel it's ok to get drunk again.

Is that my sense of freedom, of vacation and relaxation? And what about the weather?

It's 2 am, and my palms are damp, I would press them against a window just to cool them down, If it just wouldn't leave a mark. But they do leave a mark, I've already tried.

It’s the World Cup! Sweden played a tie (read: lost) against Trinidad & Tobago. I don’t care, I predicted it. I’ve seen so much football these last couple of days (I haven’t actually, as of yet, missed a single game) But do I feel free because of it? Not really.

It’s the world cup, damn it! I’m being held captive by it's a shame to miss a game that perhaps could be the most important game for a nation in a decade if not more. BHut if I would choose to disregard a game, which one should I choose? They're all good!

There is only one game that I’m not entirely happy to watch, and it’s the game between Iran and Angola. These two nations don’t stand a chance against the other two in their group so their game is pointless.

I should be outside in the beautiful nameless, but I’m not, at least not enough to rid the feeling of missing out something equally fantastic as the world cup. My brother, however, is doing the Mediterranean thing. He is there! He is in Germany. He is drunk and he is free, and (!) above all… he’s watching football and he is drunk, yet again.

The curse of the World Cup is that it brings with it the most excuisite and beautiful weather.

Damn!

Oh yeah? Did you now?...

I don’t know if it’s just the skepticism of everything American, that almost every European with dignity and enough English skills holds, but the answer in the following two sentences really bugs me.

“I’ve just cooked a fantastic dinner for me and my girlfriend”
“Oh really?”

I just hate that! If you don't know what I'm talking about, it may be because you are American, or because I haven’t managed to give you an example that clearly illustrates my point. It's probably because of the latter. Here, therefor, is another example:

“I took this picture at Ground Zero three weeks after it happened.”
“You took that picture three weeks after? Oh!”

Can you see it? Can you hear the nauseatingly false interest? It makes me feel sick, uncertain and generally nervous when someone I talk to drops a line like that when I’m talking. Instead of being encouraged to keep on talking, I get uninterested in continuing or even ending them damn sentence I’ve just started.

In Sweden, we encourage the speaker with a humming, mmm, or by saying something like, ok! Cool! Oh damn! Oh my! You see the exclamation marks at the end of every line? That’s the difference as I see it.

To further the mouth diarrhea of mine, I can pose couple of questions.

Is this something that has been noticed in the states (because as I see it, it’s solely a phenomenon within the borders of the US)?

If it hasn’t been noticed, how come every European, suspicious about anything American and who enough skill in English, do notice it? How come every Martha Stewart Show (or what it’s called) watching American do not notice the insincerity, the false kindness of the listener towards the speaker?

Are we, Swedes, also insincere when we say Oh (exclamation mark) , Cool (exclamation mark) mmm (exclamation mark)?

We probably are, I am at least. I’m too egocentric to listen to anyone for any length of time, really. But that’s me. And, I’m probably the only one who have really noticed this flaw in character who a lot of Americans seem to share.

Now I got pissed! Aaargh!

Ahh soon it’s time for the world cup, a world event that every citoyenne du monde cares and talk about, except the yanks. And I feel somewhat happy and free because of that.

Ambivalent...

I’m going to tell you one of my fears. I’m 27 years old right now, and I feel that I’ve missed my peak. I mean I haven’t even started working yet, for real. I am working, but not with what I want. I feel like I’m, like Kurt Vonnegut would say, unstuck in time. Where I am now, I should have been perhaps a decade ago, and I believe that goes for a lot of people. Just look at our grandparents and their lives, hell, just look at our own parents. When did they start a family? When did they step onto the career ladder?

Our biological clock isn’t in sync with the clock of the society. We live longer lives today; True. We live until we are roughly eighty, and by 64 we are retired. Furthermore, if we all start to work when we are 25-30, the society, or the state will only gain from our labor during 35 to 40 years. Only during 50% of our lives we help the world spin. During the other 50 we slow it down. It’s a no win situation. How should we be able to justify our own generation when we have done nothing to prosper the society, to grow a better place for our children or simply put; To evolve the world?

We can’t justify our wars like our grandparents could! We can’t justify the way we are living while we have all the facts about what our lifestyle does to the planet. We can’t justify anything really.

We are unstuck in time, unstuck in history.

The people of our generation are the pee poles of the future.