Brains please! Any smart ones for sale?

I’ve been to school where our home exam was handed out, and now I am utterly stressed out. The question is something like this: Why is it important to be conscious about our views on humans. (I can’t find the exact English word for it in my dictionary, nor on the net, which annoys the heck out of me!!)I just feel like writing this for an answer; because it just is. Like the kind of answer you would give to a 3 year old when they ask you a gazillion questions each day. Or maybe this would suffice; if you are aware of your own views on other humans, it is easier to help them. Enough said, eh!?

I have never written something like this before, and I have to say; I am fucking freaking out! HEEEEEEEEEEEELP! I feel insanely stupid, like I have no brains what so ever. I don’t know anything! Have I read any books on the subject? Have I been to lectures and discussed this in the social work workings groups? Nooo, did I? Does not feel like it at this very moment. Perhaps I left an important part of my brain somewhere on the way back home today. Yes, it could have been on the train tracks, I probably lost it when entering the train. There you go! I better go back to Stavanger and retrieve it then…

There is something unusual going on with me today. I think that for the first time since 1988 I am in fact cold. Now there’s a word which isn’t a big part of my dictionary. I am in reality freezing cold. Like from the inside and out. My cheeks are red and roasting, while the rest of the body is icy. I have constant goose bumps because of it. So I use my chilly arms to cool down my cheeks. *lol* I even had to go and lie in bed for a while to try to get some heat up. Unfortunately that resulted in unwanted thoughts, so I had to get up again.
I want someone special to come and hold his arms around me, as I am very sure that would defrost both body and mind…

Now, on the other hand, I need some food. I am going to have some dinner, as it is almost 6.

If my mind stays hazardously useless for the rest of the evening, I might write something unwise and unintelligent later on as well. Don’t expect great things to come from my fingers today, unless you’re talking about something completely different.

Leaving you with one of my favourite paintings by the Norwegian Edvard Munch; Madonna. I could look at her face all day. Look at it! What is she feeling, sensing, experiencing, being? I know what I think, but what do you others think?


Monsoon