Dig a hole and hide?

Trollet wants to return to the forest. Is she from the forest? Well, trolls usually are. She wants to dig a hole and hide. Why? Hmm, Trolls don't always know all the answers. She just feels like that. Hide for a while. Stop time and hide. She also wants to see the sea. The sea is something. Wild, powerful, calm, blue, angry, sad, happy, playful and just there. Could one say that this troll is a sea-troll? hmm, what is that? Well, maybe this troll could be unique. A sea-troll building a boat and just float, or digging a hole, close to the sea, and hide. Sounds tempting.

More art work, Trollet is getting inspired.

Tired today, must still be from the weekend. The mind has nothing to say, the lump is just hanging and the troll is starring. Not a connecting unity at all. All she can do it make silly art. Smiling timeless and genderless art. It takes the mind off the hook for a while. What is the mind thinking about, much and nothing. Feels like nothing and yet thoughts are spinning around. Too often the mind is lost. Trollets job is continuing one more month, good thing. She needs the income and the job as a whole. If you would pick one of the figures, to be one of them for a day, which one would you choose? Trollet feels like the yellow one in the left upper corner but also like the red to the right, and the blue in the middle. The mind thinks that Trollet could connect with all of them at different times. It will be a good week, yes it will. Trollet just needs to move the lazy lump. Well tomorrow she has two meetings. First lunch with H and then coffee/beer with B. Some sports would do wonders, but.. aah, feel so lazy. We'll see.

Art à la Trollet

That is what I call a party !

Whiskey night was a success.

It filled the party people with joy, laughter, silliness, loud voices and smooth dance moves. The mix of people was perfect, we ended up being 10. Bueno. We made lots of noise, so today trollet is hiding in her flat , hoping to not run into any tired looking neighbours. Oh well. It was Saturday.

In some way Saturdays are like the ferries between Finland and Sweden. When people get on these boats they leave their morals in the harbour and picked them up when they get back. Anything is allowed is a common rule. Which obviously is a sick rule. Saturdays are not like that, at least one can hope. But on Saturdays, after a few whiskeys, you relax, you feel smooth, you feel attractive, people find you attractive, you rule not only the world but also the dance floor. You don't throw your morals out the window but you might be tempted.

On the other hand there is Sunday after Saturday, and you don't want to stand in the window with tears in your eyes looking for those bloody morals. They might not be there to be found. Maybe a by passer saw them and decided that they needed them more. And maybe they did. But we all need our morals, don't we? Trollet nods. Oh yes, we do.

One could think trollet was about to throw her morals out the window last night, but no. That was not the case. She is just pondering about morals in general and about those times when she threw them far far out and did not found them for quite some time. Now they are in the pocket to stay.

2007 is looking brighter

Saturday it is

Tonight will be a celebration of three things. Thesis, Job and Love.

Thesis, it would still be in the state of 'don't touch me' if good friends and philosophers wouldn't have taken the bull by its horns. Now it is done! For this help, Trollet want to thank them, by having a whiskey night. That night is tonight. Oh dear, whiskey makes oneself and everyone else quite special.

Job. Trollet got a temporary job. It is temporary but seems to continue much longer, She likes it. And yay, she has a job, which also means something to do and most importantly: an income!

Love. One could always celebrate Love. Not because it is always that great, pink and fluffy, but because it offers us, the trolls, a big variation if feelings. Can't think of one other 'thing' that makes one feel so good, so angry, so sad, so frustrated, so gorgeous, so ugly, so desperate, so happy, and what not. Love provides us with feelings of all kinds. Trollet has experienced them all lately, and Love has now taken her to the stage of happiness. Object realized what he was loosing, and nearly did. He managed to get her back and together they managed to make each other happy. Trollet is very happy that Love decided to take this turn this time. But that is not the only reason we celebrate love tonight. We'll celebrate it becuase love mess us up !

Let's see what this saturday will bring.

Regretting..

Why do you do things you know you will regret?Then again why regret it, if you want to do it? But then again, sometimes you regret that you didn't do something. That is as bad, or actually even worse.

Once a while trollet find her in situation where she fully understand what she does and still chooses to do it, even though she knows that she might regret it, or rather that she shouldn't have done it. She has realized that "shouldn't have done it" and "might regret" don't always match in the real world. Yes, there are things you shouldn't do but have no reason to regret. There are also things that you shouldn't do and you have all reasons to regret, but you don't. It was still worth it, whatever it was. The mind is not just talking about relationships and "mistakes" but decision making and much more. You can make a decision and regret it like hell. You can also make a decision, be very unsure if it was the right thing, regret to some extent but later realize that, hell yeah, it was the right thing to do.

Sometimes trollet also find herself in situations where she chooses to say or do something, even though she know she shouldn't. She knows there is a risk for regretting but she convinces herself that she simply has to, otherwise she would regret it for the rest of her life.. well ok, at least for a long time. So, should you say everything you think about and do everything that strikes you as a good thing to do? Well, NO. But.. Some situations though require spontanity and, bloody hell, why not say it, if you really think you should.

There is a lot of things one could and maybe should regret, but what is really the point? The mind is not talking about crime that you have done and regret, but rather about quite simple things. Will trollet regret what she might do in the near future? What is it? Well honestly she is not sure. It might be either way, still possible to regret in both ways.. Lots of thinking has been in the air. The decision will not be a spontanious one. She hopes. At least she know that it won't be an easy one to do.

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Who is hiding something?

Look at that one ->
Hihi, what a face. Almost like salla when she got her teeth pulled out. hihi. well, it really wasn't that bad, but that was how she felt, at least so i imagine.
That is also how Trollet feels if the bumb would be from the head. Trollet feels like she would have many different minds, heads and lumps. Calmly, breath ! Things will in some bloody way work out. They must. At least in some way.