Being normal is abnormal

Different feelings have rushed through me today. Waiting for the subway, in the middle of  the crowd; feeling everything, not sure if I wanted to cry, laugh or something in-between.  I was fascinated by passersby’s stories; a teenage boy convinced by his co-workers craziness, a hobo announcing his free speech… and then the cute little girl who told his father about “Emma” who always says ok instead of okay for the reason to be able say things faster. Usually would I find myself irritated by people who just talk waaay to loud in public, but yeah I don´t know… You guys can´t allow me to write these words; now I should focus on the delicious mud cake in front me.

Yesterday I and Lisa had a mission. We were about to visit a zoo, only had it been closed for two hours when we arrived.  Well no alpacas and monkeys did we meet, poor animals.

Hearing that New Yorker is coming to Finland was cool; until I found out it comes to Hyvinkää, like do people even live there? Well according to Wikipedia 45 thousand inhabitants have lost their way to settle down there. I´m sure Romney is behind this. I blame him for everything, most definitely for the fact that my coke-drink is rapidly disappearing.

Sometimes I find myself so damn alone, not because of lack of amazing friends but from me lacking the ability to even know what to tell my friends. You can´t like go “hey I have all these feelings” without having a reasonable explanation like that my dad got killed by zombies.

But because we all are such selfish biatches we tend to forget that everyone goes through some sort of struggles. We are all alone in the world, but we are alone together. Wuhu, what a relief!

“Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly” –Morticia Addams

Free the Feelings on Friday is the correct answer. This terrible river of sensitiveness is thank God only temporary. Tomorrow I will be regretting posting this online.

Ps, My dear mum surprised me again with a gift. Let´s see if you can guess what it´s supposed to represent..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And no it isn´t a ladybug gone crazy. Actually it´s a perfume by Marc Jacobs.  Who would have thought?