Peace Frog

Yesterday, after work we decided to go for a few drinks: Eva, Sabrina, Marte, Mario and me. We first headed to The Orchard in Canomills. We had some Hoegaarden white beer, Marte stole two glasses, we talked about our favorite vegetables and decided it was time to head south. We therefore started walking towards George St and stopped by The Standing order for some cheap burgers, beer and random banter. When we got enough of being surrounded my all the Spanish first time pubbers we made our way towards the old town. Mario suggested this cosy and almost hidden place: Black Bo's. Candle light, small bar and Hendricks: works for me! We stayed there a while talking about gossiping a little about people in the office, sharing the stories of our worst dates, and overall having a great laugh (I must say the story of my brother in law's monkey was one of the highlights, mhm..)!
We then parted and the night took a new turn for Marte and me who decided to head to... *drumroll pleeease*... The Cuckoo's Nest! What a surprise! I guess you weren't expecting that! Of all the places... We had our favorite: Kopparberg Elderflower & Lime. We danced, sang, laughed, drank for free and had a fab time! Simple.

Let's start over.

Yesterday night we went to see "When you're strange". I let you google it if you have no idea what I'm talking about. It was absolutely awesome. I love music documentaries, and this one being about the Doors, I just thought that I couldn't pretend to be a music lover without going. So I went. And I loved it. Troubled frontmen are so sexy and powerful.. mhmhm..!!

Damn these sunday nights when you just come out of the shower dripping wet and you just sit on the sofa, have a juice of pressed Cox Bramley Apples and just think about all the things you greedily wish for. Damn it! Maybe I should just stop blogging until I cease to do so. But I'll always love pressed Cox Bramley Apples, so I guess I'll just have to brighten up my thoughts on Sunday nights. Not so easy me thinks.

What became of the Sweet Raccoon?

Why did you come here? Why do I need to write? Why do people expose their lives on internet? Why are people interested in others' lives? Are people bored? Why do some people need to talk? How do some others manage to keep it inside? How do you feel right now? Is this situation ever gonna change? Is everything writen? Until which extend are we all different? Why are all the best things the worse for you? Why -if we keep looking for happiness- do we still go towards what's not the best for us? And if you know what's good for you, why can't you find it? Is it hidden? Do we even need to think about all this? Shall we question it? Why do some persons have answers and some don't? How come I still have so much time to accomplish all the things I aspire to do, but still feel it's getting late? Are you still reading? Why can't we be honest with each others? Why some people have more feelings than others? Why some are more cold hearted? Why are some others warmer in their little heart? Why are some of us just indifferent? How can you be indifferent? How do you take distance? How do you pretend not to care? Are we all looking for the same thing? Is there anything to be ashamed of? How do we get along? What makes you happy? When you find something that makes you happy, can you just do it all over again and again? Or does the happiness just fade away? Do you then have to look for something else? Why are we so changing but still the same? Why do we get together? Are we happier together? What do you do if you can't find what you're looking for? Why are we so afraid of what others think? Does it matter? Do they have the right to decide for you? Why are we influenced? Why does it really matter? Does it? Can we help caring about it? Why can't we be blatantly honest with each other? Can we? Please?

GROW UP! (continued)

Oh Crapidi bobidi bobidi boo! Crap Crap Crap!!!!

How I wish some people would behave and make it all easier...

Confusion quand tu nous tiens!

Today is Thursday. I am confused.
I followed carefully my friend's advice. I followed it even though I didn't want to. I followed it because apparently I was going to make a mistake. So I just did what she said I "had" to do. But I wasn't so happy after I did so. I should feel happy I did the right thing: the thing that is good for me. But I don't feel happy because I wanted to do things my way to be satisfied soon enough, but since my friend is a good -and wise friend, she said: "don't do it".
So I didn't. I said no. I did the right thing. I regret it right now. But I'm sure that at the end, that will have been the right thing to do.

At least I hope so.

Kindness is not enough.

The night fell on Edinburgh last night and somewhere a kind old man went away, leaving many kind people behind him.

And this is how I remembered what a good and wise friend of mine told me: bad things still happen good people. Being good, kind, gentle -whatever you want to call it- it is just not enough. Nothing is enough. You just don't get to decide. Some things are just out of hands. They happen whether you're good or not.

On the other hand, you can also choose to be kind AND smart. Being both will possibly minimise the damages. Being kind won't get you very far, but being smart will help you take a step back, and think of how you can cause yourself less trouble.

Anyway, all that to say that it doesn't matter how much good you do, or how much good you "think" you do. Being kind is good for you and for the lucky ones around you, but in life, it simply is not enough.