Being Handy

Last night discussion was much about girl and boy toys, clothes and things you do with kids. Blue/pink, dolls/cars, play physically/sit and sing.. etc. Society and people love to categorize things and people. Okey, you are a boy, then you like cars and dress in blue jeans. Aaah, little girl, then you better have long curls, pink dress and play with dolls. The first people that categorize kids are parents. Quite obviously. Kids learn patterns from their parents or parent with friends. Of course the older they get the more influences they get from kindergarten, school and so on. What trollet now has in mind is things you do with your kids. You need to fix something on the house or you have an electric problem, and you want to show your kids/kid how to handle things. In most cases the son is taken to look at the problem while the daughter is told to wait in the kitchen with the other parent. Of course, let not be naïve, it is not always like this, but in many cases. So is it so strange that many women sit with their thumb up the ass when it comes to electric problems or building things? They were not taken to look at the problem in their childhood.

Trollet is stuck with the electric issues as she had a problem yesterday with her lamp. It has been dead for 1 year and yesterday she got an urge to fix it. She built a little thing so she could reach to the ceiling lamp. Up there she realized that one of the cords was loose. Does she know anything about electricity? No not really. But a lot of times the problem is not that difficult. Why not take a look before running to the nearest man asking for help? So she got a screwdriver and put the cords back. She switches the lamp on and Tatadaaa. The lamp works, until..bbbzzzz… pang. Hmm. Okey. Obviously she caused a short circuit. Hmm, okey, try again. She did this three times but same story again and again. So did she succeed in fixing the lamp? No, she did not. And of course it makes her very frustrated as she wants to be able to fix everything herself and she gets very upset if people imply that she doesn’t know or understand how to do something. The point with this electric story was that you can always take a look at the problem yourself before screaming for help. Sometimes you have to call professionals to fix it but other times you might see that, aaah, this little thing was loose and you simply put it back.

A lot of times people, both men and women, just don’t bother trying as they assume that they don’t know how. Why not try? And this doesn’t concern electric things, but in general. Don’t be so stuck in men’s duties and women duties. That is just dumb, simply dumb. Why not try to learn new things. What you should focus on is the things you enjoy doing. Sure, Trollet loves to cook, which could be seen as a women duty. But then again she is from a home where dad is the one cooking and she has a brother that is like a magician in the kitchen. So it is more a cooking issue, we all love to experiment with food. She used to, a few years ago, live with a man that always fixed all house things. Isn’t that wrong then? Well, the point is that he really enjoyed doing it and he didn’t do it because he thought that Trollet couldn’t handle it. If she wanted to he taught her how to fix something particularly difficult. Of course he got a few temperamental outbursts in his neck as Trollet gets so very frustrated when she doesn’t fix it directly. In Trollet’s last relationship Trollet was the handy one, as he really didn’t have a clue about these things. It felt good to be the handy one, he could cook while she was trying to figure out why something was not working properly. And THAT is the issue. Everyone should do what they enjoy but also be open minded to learn. Last relationship man, was completely unwilling and uninterested in learning anything concerning computers, machines or anything that had a buzzing sound. That is silly. He had the attitude many women have. Oh, I don’t know how and I can’t be bothered in learning, I have better things to do. Of course you can’t be bothered to learn about everything, but at least learn things that you need in everyday life. Like changing a bloody fuse, how difficult is that?? Trollet admits that every time her computer really fucks up, like gets a virus or is just completely dead she runs over to her ex..help.. She is learning more and more everyday about computers but is not near as smooth as her ex with them, and she doesn’t want to destroy her baby completely. So we all have our ups and downs… But let the ones that are willing to learn try, make mistakes and finally get it. We need an opportunity, and not be categorized.

Okey, speech is over. Trollet just needed to say all this.



 

The joy of friendship

There are many different kinds of friendships. Friends you meet randomly, friends you drink with, friends you discuss things with, friends you do sports with, old friends you meet only now and then, and of course close friends you share many things with. We all need friends. Some more than others but we all need them. One could talk more deeply about friendship and openness, but right now trollet will not take that role. Trollet had a girls night out with kärä on Friday: it was the whole deal, dinner, wine, and lots of booze. It sure was a fun night, dancing and fooling around. The funny things was that once they got to the bar they didn't talk to anyone else than each other.

They didn't need to and maybe they were not capable of it, in they state of drunkenness. Saturday morning Trollet woke up to a ringing sound. It was her dad. She felt like a zombie that could barely talk. Fredde called and convinced her to join them in the park. That was the best thing she could have done that day. It was a great day. Sun, wind, friends, park, laughter, silliness, photos and much more. They continued to freddes place. More and more people came over. Drunkenness was in the air but trollet didn't feel like drinking, So she just kicked back and enjoyed the company. Came home early with a smile on her face, thinking about the importance of lovely friends. What the hell would she do without them?
Fredde&Trollet   


Trollet with a knife...

One friend once commented Trollet in the following way: “A very special chick. The oddest i know, as a matter of fact. I don’t know what a typical philosophy student is like, but i can imagine she's not one of them. She has the drive of an energizerbunny and has ideas about most things. Quite imaginative ideas. But most of the time she's just very good company. Best of all, it's very undemanding company. She has perfected the art of being in a state of permanent carpe diem. Which i rarely say about a person.” Trollet doesn’t know if the person remember saying this, but she just found this comment which made her smile. Does Trollet still master the art of being in a state of permanent carpe diem? Not sure. Maybe she was better at it before? She hopes she hasn’t lost it completely as it is a rather good way to be.

swimming, wine, flights, more swimming.

Yesterday was a good day. Met an old friend that trollet had not seen in 2 years. Then she went swimming with fred, after which he made her dinner and they shared a few ciders, 1 bottle of wine and a few jägermaisters. A good relaxed evening watching tv and talking about stuff. Half an hour ago she booked a flight ticket. Oh yes, she is on the run. She needs to escape for a week. 
Sadly the escape doesn't occure before the beginning of september, okey okey, that IS soon, but still, she wants to go now. She is restless. She wants to feel the wind in her hair. best thing she can do now is going swimming again with fred. One hour yesterday, one hour today. good good.

Trollet is back in Turku

Trollet has been in Vaasa the last 8 days, which explains the total silence. Glad to hear that she has been missed! Being in Vaasa was good, very good, mainly because she got to be with M. M makes her feel good. M is a wonderful being.

Trollet is aware of the fact that the mind has been slightly absent the last days which doesn’t make the troll, the lump and the mind an easy unity to live with. She knows that. Lots of things in life make her confused and rather lost. There is a tornado in the head that doesn’t let go. It prevents Trollet from sleeping. Where the tornado travels next and what shape it will transform itself into is unknown. Should Trollet just sit back, drink wine and see where it goes or should she try to catch it? She has no idea. Maybe the best thing she can do, or not do, is to try to not follow the tornado in its wild turns. Just watch it pass, while drinking wine. Trollet knows that after storm follows a wind free period. Let’s wait for that.

Trollet just got back to Turku. When she got off the train she couldn’t resist smiling looking at the people in Turku. Turku has a special feeling. Trollet has never seen more alcoholics in city. Turku is also filled with bohemians, wannabies, pretty girls, pretty boys, old people, intellectuals, artists and what not. It is a real mix of it all, just like it should be in a city. Turku is somehow funny. The city makes trollet smile. It is her city at the same time as she feels stuck in it. Standing at one place while trying to run.

All in all though Trollet is quite content; she just needs to figure some things out without putting on the backpack and escape. The clues for success are just behind the corner, and Trollet might actually know how to get there. She just needs to check that she is holding the right map. Yup. Alright. Let’s go then.

The latest art à la Trollet

Trollet enjoyed wine again yesterday and it was a bloody good night. She go to talk about her dear Hegel and Marx but also about the influence of modern technology..like this..blogging, msn, facebook, myspace, not to forget the constant ringing of the mobile phone. Interesting people to discuss with. She doesn't feel restless at all today and of course she actually slept quite well with all that wine in her lump and in her mind. She is content. Besides M comes today. Excellent. She also made some new art today, can't say it is as fine as the last one but oh well, it is Trollet's art and its quality changes, just like everything in life.


 

Confusing thoughts at night

The pure and well formed text didn't reappear last night. Not at all. Instead insomnia was present to teas Trollet. It is present way too often. She really gets tired from it. Her mind gets confused and forms itself in mixed emotions. Mixed emotions about lots of things. Last night she read about openness until 2 a.m and was simply not able to find calmness. Restless is teasing her, not so much physical restlessness but mental one. She is content at the same time as she wants to run. Run run run. Where to? Not sure, actually nowhere. Just an inner restlessness that doesn't seem to calm down. The mind shakes its head. Trollet looks confused while the lump is jumping up and down. Maybe this weekend will remove or suffocate the restlessness as Turku is filled with happenings, as it is UMF festival. Friends are coming from Helsinki. Everyone seems to be getting ready for the weekend. Trollet doesn’t even know if she will attend any of the concerts but she will be present in the atmosphere.