No sleep all night on the train before doing this vid because of that amazing Jenna-book… I’m now thinking “what do I have to tell?” “how could any story be as heavy and awestricing as Jennas?”
She truly is a remarkable woman.
Drama! I will elaborate on these incidents soon enough. The night before I recorded this vid I was lying awake in my bed considering wether to report my teachers disgusting behavoiur to the principal at Comic Art School or not. I think I’ve decided to just write about it here on the blog, and hope that he slips up again so I can rage against him, mano a mano.
It’s been so long since I let my rage out. A good build-up in my system, ready to burst with explosive controlled fire which will burn him to an unrecognizable pile of ashes of his pathetic impotense.
But then again… maybe I should go easy on him. After all, he’s just a sad and weak excuse for a man…
I am, and allways will be, stronger than he’ll ever even hope to be. I am the empress, the goddess, the magnificent and he’ll allways just be a squeeky little mouse gnawing at my feet trying to get attention.
Do I lift my foot to smoosh him under my heal, or do I simply walk away with a digusted look on my face? We’ll see mes amis… we’ll see…
Ooohhh yeeeaaah… more fantastic news from the train ride… Someone stole all of the cash from my wallet (2000 SEK) somewhere between Malmoe and Koeln. I discovered it when I needed to pay for a cup of coffee.
Johan came to my resque and paid for it instead.
He’s a good friend that one.
I chose to see this whole stealth buisness as a lesson in the futility of this world… Everything will be lost in the end. Everything that comes to us, will one day go away and leave us. Even my own life in this body, will be lost one day. This flesh will rot. The people who knew me will die. Nothing of what I was will follow me anywhere. All of these days I’ve spent in this life, all of the lessons I’ve learned, will die as I die.
So there’s no point in thinking that we own anything. It can all fall out of our hands at anytime.
I still have faith that everything will be allright though… I can’t explain that notion right now, but it’s really strong and it makes me feel invincible.
And hey! There’s no point in crying over spilled milk now, is there? Why give myself suffering and anxiety over something I can’t possibly change no matter how hard I try?
No, instead I’ll choose to give energy to the aspects of my life that I can actually do something about.
Like my teachers missbehaviour.