Growing up

I did it again, I was late with a blog, sorry.
Anyways here's something about growing up:

We all grow up, eventually. We all start out as infants and we simply can’t stay that way. We might not all grow old, but we do get older.

Children always say: “when I grow up…” children have lots of dreams about growing up. Another thing you often hear is grown-ups saying: “when I was little…” It seems that a lot of things happened when people were “little”, and I’m guessing it isn’t all true. But when is that? When are you little? Little, that must be before you grew up, yes, we can probably agree that children are smaller than us. We all start out as infants, then we turn into children, teenagers, grown-ups, old and at some point we’ll probably die too.

Oh there’s an interesting word “grown-ups” that must be the people who are done “growing up”. But when are you done growing up? Maybe there’s a “magic number”, a line you cross, which is, I guess what growing up is all about; crossing lines.

I often hear people saying that teenagers are hard to raise and understand, and they’re supposed to be so because they’re finding lines to cross, rules to break and they create an identity.

That’s another interesting word for you “identity” that is another thing growing up is good for, finding our identity. We find our identity in different ways; some by getting new friends, some by being angry at the world, and others by “looking into ourselves”. But at some point, we’ll find an identity, we’ll eventually figure out who we are, and what being who we are means.

We will encounter both bad and good as we grow up, some will get bullied, some will start abusing drugs or something completely different, but we will meet the bad sides of life too, and the bad things that happen to us as we grow up might change our personality and identity. Then there’s the good aspects of life too, they will change us too. But I do think that the bad things, in a way, are more important, maybe because we remember them differently, some might realize later in their life that the things that seemed bad to them as you’re growing up might seem stupid or silly later.

One thing is for sure though, we all grow up.

Names which I dislike

Today during work I thought of what this week’s topic should be. There wasn’t much to do so I had plenty of time and suddenly, let’s say out of nowhere, I got an idea; names. In my big head I keep lots of names sorted; names usually with faces attached to them and how I feel about them. For example if I think of the name “Sidsel” I imagine my crazy friend with dark hair, blue eyes and a black humour who for some reason loves me. Also I recall having another classmate with the same name who lives nearby. I really hope you now get the idea of how it works. But some names got faces of people I really don’t like therefore I’ll write about a few of them.

The first name is “Katrine” - the spelling of the name doesn’t matter it can be with a “C” or with “th” it doesn’t really matter the thing is I really dislike this name. Through my short life I’ve known quite a few with this name and every single one of these girls have been unbelievable annoying and cruel. Let me give you an example of how much I dislike this name. A few years ago I held my confirmation and as a tradition you have to give your friends a red rose. Our neighbours have a girl at my age (her name is Katrine of course) and my mum asked me if I would give her a rose. My reply was: “Well I’ll give her a black one if I really have to.” Normally I don’t say such things but this really shows how this name and these people have made me go crazy over the past years.

Now to a name of the opposite gender; that name would be “Adam”. I only know a few guys with this name and let’s just say that one of them was a true jerk - the other one had classes. But the thing with this name is I can’t take it seriously - it’s overused if I may say so. I’ve read lots and lots of stories where the main character is named Adam and a brilliant example will be Adam & Eve from the bible. It has been used so many times that I don’t know what to think about it anymore and that might be a shame. Maybe I’m not really sure either way I’ll never name anything or anybody Adam or Katrine for that matter.

I hope I’ve made my point I’m not really sure it sounds kind of crazy but who cares, if it sounds crazy then my mission is completed. 

Perfect - In Sid's head

It's time for another of my really personal blogs.
I came up with this subject when I was discussing plastic surgery with my mom (not that I wish to have any done, we just came to talk about it.)
Well, what I want to write about is the way we change ourselves to be perfect; I have, as most teenagers, struggled with my looks and talents, to me it seemed I could never be what I wanted.
My problems with myself was mostly caused by the place I grew up, and mainly the school I went to, I was never good at fitting in at my school, I had few friends, I rarely said anything in class, I spend years making myself invisible. But even though I might have been invisible, I never liked what I saw when I looked in the mirror. I was well aware that my looks weren't considered ideal by everyone else, and when people around me never told anything nice, I didn't believe there was anything nice to be said.
A thing I've come to realise, mostly after a change of schools, is that it's more important that I feel okay with myself, than people around me think I'm perfect. I've learned to like what I see, if other people have nothing nice to say about me I won't waste me time on them. I have - (this is going to sound like I'm old or something, whatever) - I have in the past spend a long time trying to build up a friendship that then was ruined because I try to appreciate other people as much as possible, but when other people doesn't do the same, it doesn't work.
I'm not perfect, I never will be, but appreciate whatever I am.

Berlin, amazing Berlin

I too apologize for being late but I had totally forgotten it was my turn to write a blog. But here it is and it will be about our (okay only my part) to Berlin! I didn’t really see Sidsel at all in the 3 days we were in Berlin so she might have to write her own blog about it if she wants to. Okay let’s begin!

It took us 9 hours to get to Berlin - that’s a long time when your friend is high on Red Bull and he never stops talking and isn’t capable of staying still. Anyway we saw all the “must-see”-things in Berlin; The Berlin Wall, Brandenburg Tor, the Stasi prison, the TV-Tower and so on. Oh and my class had a 3 ½ hour guided tour through the city with a guide named Rob (from Manchester). To make it short; Rob was amazing! Enough said.

I witnessed two of my classmates eat 2 huge pizzas at an Italian restaurant and I ended up giving massage to several of the guys later that night. Stupid “S, P or K”-game why didn’t I get any massage? (Okay I did get some in the buss when we drove home so I actually can’t complain). Oh well we had a lot of fun even though it’d have been nice if we could have stayed for longer. We only had one entire day in Berlin since we were sitting in the bus half of Wednesday and Friday. But once again I can’t complain at least we had the trip and it was great! I sure got amazing classmates, no doubt, and of course our last-minute-teacher who I’ve never really met before the trip. Our history-teacher, who original should have been with us, suddenly had something to do so a physics-teacher took his place the day before leaving. This physics-teacher was much to my surprise pretty cool and two of my classmates and I spoke with him for hours while sitting at a restaurant. (My entire class had dinner together with our teachers the last night).

That should definitely be enough about that since it’s not very interesting - but I had a lovely trip and I wanted to share my happiness once again.