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..Når du går og tror alting er fint og pludselig vil hun skilles!

Et rigtig godt tip til jer derude som ikke har lært at læse koden: Når hun gentager en sætning du lige har sagt  og kigger tænksomt på dig to sekunder længere end hun plejer!

Oftest ligger der et kæmpe hint i den sætning der bliver gentaget så læg mærke til hvilken en det er. Desuden er det Defcon hvis hun ikke bare gentager men opgraderer.

Eksempel: Du sidder oppe foran computeren og hygger dig efter en lang dag på arbejdet. Pludselig kommer hun op ad trappen, træder ind, tænder lyset og, da du kigger op, opdager du at hun ser mere…strømlinet ud end normalt.
Hun meddeler dig at i er blevet inviteret ud i aften af nogle af jeres (hendes?) venner/ kolleger og skal afsted om 20 minutter.
Du siger at du egentlig ikke har lyst/ tid da du lige sidder med noget her, men hun kan bare smutte. Det er ok.
…..”Heller ikke i aften?!” siger hun og står stille i 3 sekunder mens hun kigger på dig, hvorefter hun nikker og går nedenunder.

Hvad gør du:
A) Sætter dig tilbage til computeren og føler at alt er godt og du har en sød kone

B) Sidder i to sekunder og overvejer om der er noget galt

C) Rejser dig op, overhaler hende på trappen med et drilsk blink, et kys og et: “…men hvis jeg får lov at se på dig hele aftenen….”

Foretag nu en semantisk analyse af gentagelsen og det rigtige svar vil vise sig. Ellers læs nederst på siden.

Til Hende: hvis du vil undgå følgende situation i dit forhold så lav en tydelig og eksplicit juridisk aftale som klargør hvilke forpligtigelser og rettigheder gælder for parterne i forholdet hver især angående egen og anden parts sociale liv og udvikling!

Svar: (A) gå tilbage til start. (B) Dit næste forhold har muligvis en chance. (C) Du har aflæst signalerne til Ug og der er chance for vellykket sex i aften!

Today is the day our saviour was born- let’s rejoyce and celebrate…
Except really, most places outside Denmark and also Germany we’re one day early, and really no one is absolutely sure that its the right day anyway because its rather close to the shortest day of the year when everyone is praying for the sun to start moving again, and actually in this country we still call it the old nordic name “Jul” meaning nothing with “christ” or “mass” but simply “time of celebration”. Also we drag a tree into the livingroom, dance around it and give each other presants, eat too much and compete for one more presant.
So really one could think that this was more of a materialistic, stressfull, heathen partygame cause when dealing with love, forgiveness and faith the outside doesn’t matter.
And really it doesn’t.
This is the day when rich or poor, happy or sad, successfull or not is faced with their own human potential.
Merry Christmas everyone, and have a happy life….

Vores faktiske kapacitet for virkelig at elske er lang mindre end visse af os egentlig vil være ved og fornøjelsen bliver ofte forurenet af forventninger, behov og traditioner.

Im worried that I don’t like children!
I kind of do, which is good ’cause I’m going to be a teacher! On the other hand I don’t have an eternal patience, understanding and sense of warmth in my heart when the little bastards are running around doing noisy stuff, half killing each other and definitely not listening to what Im trying to teach them.
I don´t think it’s unreasonable what I ask them but, again, on the other hand I might be wrong.
I think some people pick up the secret code of conduct but clearly it passed me by??!
(For some reason I’m usually the last one to know stuff like that???!)
I should probably blame my parents for not bringing me up with obvious rules, definite demands and so on and so forth. For giving me all the time in the world to wonder, to figure out how the strange and unlogical dealings of the social world fit together, to dream about fairies, look for invisible friends, being in a constant thingy of doubt.
It probably fluffed me up good and thoroughly…

So how do I communicate with these little aliens….nice enough people really but…I’m not sure I understand them or even like them that much…wonder if that’s ok

Maybe I’ll just go blame my parents…

en fornøjelse for sprognørder og andet godtfolk

Engelske undersættelser fra samme kilde

100 best Engrish

From “idea” meaning a thought or vision which is perfect and the goal or standard of further action, creation or understanding.
To be an idealist means to believe in something not yet existing in the material/ physical world. Also, I guess it means to strive to make it just that.
Believing without striving is simply to condemn the world for its imperfection and the logical solution is to distance oneself from an unacceptable situation.
Striving without believing, on the other hand. I wonder if that is even possible. Without the stars in the sky how will you keep your course? (for the sake of argument lets keep compass and GPS out of this metaphor!)

Idealists are people who have worthy causes. We all know that. Save the Rainforest, Save Africa, Save Children, Save the Whale, Save the Ocean- Amazing that the world still stands with all that needs saving, really! We also know that many idealists tend to be rather moralizing, lack family and miss the finer points of conversation (shut the “fluff” up about trees, man!)- oh and often they are rather poor, can’t hold a decent job as well as friend, except for other idealistic people with no money.

Who would want to be one, really?
Makes one wonder why they want to be one??!

Who’d want to know that there is a point, that there is something really worth fighting for, something to be passionate about, something worth climbing out of bed for even on a dark, cold, stormy, wet and tired morning.
Who wouldn’t satisfy themself with “Bridget Jones´Diary” and a cup of decaf if they possibly could?

Maybe life is a totally different shape than I was told.

Maybe uncaring people are happier than those who care
maybe its better to be in an unfulfilling relationship than being alone.
maybe dying from addiction is better than sobering up to a crystalhard life
Maybe an easy life makes a better person
Maybe freedom is just a hassle
Maybe thats just what I learned

Because it’s about a pismire fighting a huge, great giant, and after having lost seas of blood, felt the seven hells of pain, after realizing his own humanity and weakness the pismire makes the giant bite the dust.

Then the giant asks: ” How did you lousy pismire win against me, the huge and great giant??” and the pismire answers (I love this bit): “I had a strong resolve!!”

Understanding and respect fills the huge, great giants features as he draws his last breath and the pismire walks away, strong of resolve and ready to kick more arse.

If I am like that pismire it means that I havent wasted my life up til now. It means that I am fighting like a true pismire against the worlds unfairness with a clean heart and a strong resolve. It means that although I might be kicking and screaming against the moon, facing the wrong way…it doesn’t matter.

I just need to learn wich way to turn…just need to find a map or something…

Actually this should have been written almost a half year ago when I turned thirty.

I started practicing giving my age as 30 long time before the actual date because one thing is forgetting you went from 23 to 24 or even 28 to 29 but to forget that you turned..the Biiiig, third corner (or whatever) is just outright embarassing ’cause we are all willing to bet it’s because you’re OLD now, isn’t it?!

This, dear friends, is the end of being disorganized, uneducated, unemployed, homeless and childless. You need to get youself a dog, a loan, a retirementplan and some anti wrinkle creme, sweetie!

I have a condition. It’s called Mind-age. Basically my mind age is about 23. I can’t afford anti wrinkle creme, retirement happens to other people, 5-year plans make me acutely claustrophobic and I still call my mom when I fall and hurt myself! Oh, and what makes me extremely freaky is that I can’t be bothered about the amazing compromising of relationships and spending 24 hours a day (and night) being a mother doesn’t make my heart sing.

Of course we live in modern times and it’s ok to be weird, to stray from the path, to choose differently, but while you said those nice, democratic, tolerant and beautiful words, did you ever try taking that stand? People blank out, they laugh and comfort you- wether you want to be or not -with an “In a few years..”, “one day..” and “Just you wait..” so, because I quite like the people around me, and because there really are more important things in life, I will do my best to be 30..and slightly envious on those who have it all.

Hvorfor er det så spændende at blogge? Det er jo ikke fordi de fleste af os har så mange interessante betragtninger at vi bare må dele dem med vore medmennesker. Det er heller ikke fordi vore venskaber kan bæres kun af en dagligt læst fortælling om “mit liv”?! Så hvorfor er det blevet så populært at publicere sig selv? Har de fleste mennesker ikke selvindsigt nok til at forstå at de skaber et overflødighedsprodukt som der ikke er andre der ønsker eller har behov for? (”Nej, åbenbart ikke. Vel ven?!” siger den smarte metalæser!)

En ven har sagt han skriver hvad han føler bør skrives selvom ingen andre læser det, men det øjeblik du lægger din fortælling ud på nettet tillader du andre at kende til dit liv og dine tanker, at dømme dig, stille dig til ansvar og måske endda kommentere på dig..til dig!

Hvorfor er det fedt?

Er min selvforståelse, i højere grad end mine forældres og bedsteforældres generation, baseret på det ydre? Eksisterer jeg overhovedet som bevidst individ hvis jeg ikke fortæller mig selv?

Scripto ergo sum eller…?