Preface: First of — this (the weblog) is to me a way to share thoughts and things that I sometime remember but then all too offen forget to talk, write or share with others. Tonight I have one such thing to write about. This does not mean that I’m a) having a hard time or b) are going to die dramaticly in the middle of the night. Please accept this post as thoughts that I’d like to share, not as what it at first glance may seem.

Dark moments: -Dive into it. The big dark ocean. What’s under the surface? Think about that for a while. While you do that – Do you really know all the people you talk to, share moments with and deal with on a daily basis well enough to know what they are offended by? What may you say that disturb them, disrupt their happy-as-they-go mood? I think too little of such things. What if; -How I act have been interprented as something completely else? By what goals have my actions and reactions been measured? Who judge in the final quest for elitism? Who are the ones who have been set here to rule, and who am I to question their role? I don’t know.

When you walk alone in the evening there may be little or no light. Today I had one of those walks. I walked from Samfundet towards home while thinking. Thoughs in this category are offen mentioned as suicidal. Sure, but I am, as stated, not going to be gone soon. What would happen if I were gone? Who would care? Who would show their faces as the true friends who put their name on the list and showed up to pay tribute to my memory? Who would say ‘cheers’ and remember my name in ten years? Sometimes every person, every single human being, needs to be tucked in by his or her mom, smiled at and put in place as someone who do good. Maybe I’m not all good. I have my dark sides, my points in the freakbook and for sure a few good knots in the bad behavour-column. Does that make me a bad person? Do I need to be someone else? How should one behave to be judged as good these days? Does helping old ladies across the street count? What walls of terror do one have to climb to be told that "it’s ok, you’re ok". Sure. Be gentle, it may break before morning — the sun must rise.