En lugn kväll

Vissa kvällar bara har "det". Det där lilla extra som verkligen får en att känna att livet är värt och leva. Jag hade suttit och brottats med min C-uppsats hela dagen. Lagom slut i huvudet och lagom seg efter middagen bestämde jag mig för att ta en promenad.

Det utspridda duggregnet var välkomnande och vinden blåste ljum. Jag gick min vanliga vända runt Flogsta. De fuktiga gatorna blänkte i det gulaktiga skenet från gatlamporna, vattenpussarna skimrade som guld. Lite folk rörde sig på gångvägarna, mest motionärer. Några bilar drog förbi.

Uppsatsen harvade i bakskallen de första fyra-fem hundra metrarna, men efter det att jag tagit ett beslut som förmodligen kommer ge min examinator och handledare varsin stroke, började jag äntligen släppa skiten och tänkte på andra, betydligt gemytligare ting. Det var en av de där ovanliga gångerna när min Mp3 spelare såg till att alltid välja en låt som kopplade an till det jag precis tänkte på, mycket underligt och även uppskattat. Helt avslappnad, överlag närvarande och tillfreds, med i huvudsak positiva framtidstankar i huvudet. Var ute i lite drygt en timme. Perfekt.

Tenta på Torsdag, Munta på fredag, Midterminsseminarium nästa onsdag - och jag har bestämt mig för att byta både metod och materialomfång(Stroke). Det ligger på. Men ikväll mår jag bra. Det känns lugnt, stabilt, och allt kommer att lösa sig. Och om det inte gör det, forsätter livet ändå.

Men det är klart det kommer att gå bra.

Samhällskritik?

First of all, I just have to give a nod of respect to Thomas Bodström for putting his family before his career. To have a top politician make such a choice sets a valuable precedent in these bitter times. Hat's off, Tommy!

And then we have those chilenian miners who've finally gotten back to the surface. Good going guys, going back down soon? One does wonder if they're not at least thinking about a career change. To be trapped (involuntarily) underground for two months must have put those ideas in their heads.

I must admit that I'm somewhat amused about that one guy who was greeted by both his wife and his mistress when he got brought back up. Imagine his exasperation at that sight of those two next to each other. As it turned out, neither was that upset about it. Well, that figures I guess. If you've been married for 26 years, then you probably know your spouse inside and out, whether s/he realize or not. Rumors state that he has other women as well, tucked away somewhere. His mistress refers to him as a "Superman". Goodness me, at times I think it is hard work to keep one woman's ego sated, and he juggles (at least) three. That's actually quite impressive; providing he isn't (wasn't) being a douche by going behind their backs. If you're going to live in such a way, then at least be honest about it; give the others the chance to make their choice.

This is something I have been pondering over the last few years, this "forced" monogamy that is firmly established in our society. The lack of tolerance within this framework is astounding. Sure, there's been an expansion of what's accepted, mainly concerning sexuality. But the ruling norm is still that of one man-on-one woman; and damn you if you as much as think about something else. Speaking as one who used to propagate this rule in my angrier youth, I now say that it doesn't make much sense. The human creature seems to be one of infinite variation, and in this regard, the ruling norm is insane, since it puts another restraint on the innate potential for a truly diverse society. It is no surprise that the framework is holding up as stiffly as it is, since most of us are brainwashed from birth to think in a certain way. Sure, we all possess the capability of independent thought, but not everyone also possesses the fortitude to speak his/her mind. Perhaps if more of us did, then a greater acceptance could be achieved.

Some parts of the population realize that everything is, in the end, subjective. This means that everyone ought to draw their own lines. Some people are polygamists by nature, just as a few are monogamists, and neither group is better or worse that the other ‒ and therefore it's up to each of us to decide for ourselves what we are and what we consider ok. Communication is paramount in any relationship, but I'd say that it is doubly so in the precarious beginnings of amorous relationships. Nobody wants to get their heart broken and few people delight in hurting others.

So for fucks sake people: Talk to each other; make sure that you're compatible.