My second exam is tomorrow. I’m glad it’s soon over. Tired of studying to it.
In another ‘world’, I rented a new book by one of my favorite writer, Haruki Murakami. It’s called Sputnik Sweetheart and is about a young girl falling in love with an older woman. Quite interesting, but thats not what I wanted to mention. One part of this book reminded me about myself. How I sometimes think about me. I know it’s not often I really really talk about how I am and how I feel. “Anywho”, here is the quote…
I find it hard to talk about myself. I’m always tripped up by the
eternal who am I? paradox. Sure, no one knows as much pure
data about me as me. But when I talk about myself, all sorts of
other factors—values, standards, my own limitations as an
observer—make me, the narrator, select and eliminate things
about me, the narratee. I’ve always been disturbed by the
thought that I’m not painting a very objective picture of myself.
Haruki Murakami – Sputnik Sweetheart
First thought: Every Monday I play squash, and today was no different. Game was fun, put this thought came while I was showering. Because some other dude had forgot his shampoo and body soap. So then I thought, is it okay if I borrow some? What if he entered while I was using his soap? I never found out, since the thought was so long and “deep”, that I was finished showering before I thought for myself, “go for it”. Maybe next time.
Second thought: This was while I waited for the subway after showering. Was on my way home. I spotted a cute girl on the other side of the track (first I thought it was my ex girlfriend, but no) listening to music. She was tapping her foot very gently and looking around. Girls are so sweet. “Anywho”, how cool would it been, if we where able to see what other people was listening too. Like a little text hovering over their heads or something. Would be awesome, and so much easier to pick girls up. “Hey, I see you like Sigur Rós too!”.
Third thought: Came while I was riding the tram (the subway never came) home, I was reading “Der Zauberberg” (The Magic Mountain) by Thomas Mann (I was reading it in norwegian). This is a book I picked up because it was mention a lot in “Norwegian Wood” by Haruki Murakami (a very good book!). The main person reads it several times. I’ve also talked to my dad about it, and he said it is a classic which people should read. Sadly he hasn’t read it yet, so I thought I’ll borrow it at the library. Which I’ve now have done. I’ve read about 25 pages, and I don’t really like it. Maybe it’s to early to say anything about it yet. So aiming to read another 75 pages, before I decide to leave it or continue. I think it is too old for me. Not sure how to explain, but I’ve got a feeling.