Concealed World

You would think that having a part-time model tell you that you have curves to die for should send  your self esteem skyrocketing - that is NOT the case. Somehow I actually managed to feel even worse about myself. But why? Why is it so hard to accept ourselves for what we are and are not? 

From the very moment we step a foot outside our home or open our phones, we are bombarded with pictures of beautiful men and women almost too perfect to look at. Yet even in the 90′s people could see high-end fashion posters on every street corner - and it seems they never cared as much as us? Can it really be that this new era where we have the remedies to find ourselves, has made us do the exact opposite? That we instead of finding we actually lose ourselves in the process of trying to become what we think we are? I do not know the answer to these questions neither am I sure wether or not I want to know.

The first snowflake fell from the Copenhagen sky today, and graced us with emotions, even though they might have been dispersed on either end of the emotional spectrum. I myself felt a pang of joy and excitement, whereas the expression on some of my fellow classmates faces showed that they were not yet ready for winter to come. In their defence, I am one of the jolly Christmas fools who tends to sing and listen to Christmas songs as soon as I have crossed out the 1st of September (on my ‘Christmas all year long’ calendar - of course).   At the moment I am situated at a new cafe - not too far away from what some of you (at the moment none) might call ‘campus’, while the rest of my classmates drag themselves through 100 minutes of lovely PE - note my sarcasm. I (un)fortunately have an injury and all attempts at participation are henceforth rendered impossible (sound posh - doesn’t it?). So at the moment I am trying to overcome the fact that we’ve just had a surprise test in Social Studies about the homework that I deliberately chose not to read, well frick me. 

But enough about me. I hope all of you (most possibly atoms and not actual human beings) are well. I will try - yet more than likely not, hence the word try - to write some deliberate spreads. 

- A

Fun facts that actually are stodgy (FFTAAS): I just learned a new word: gravitas, and yes, I am planning to use it in my upcoming English lesson. 

I am a no-one. Yet I am a no-one with a lot of faith and disbelief. I have faith that I will survive. I have faith that even though everything seems trivial at times, we will not break under the pressure, and that we will make it through the protracted days. My heart on the contrary is filled with disbelief. We live in a society where the post-factual tendencies seem to have the upper hand. Where great politicians seem to receive votes for what they FEEL is right. We live in a society where there are no truths - because in this late modern society the truth can variate. 

I am 17 years of age, my main subjects are social studies, music and mathematics. 

You can expect few updates, thoughts from a realist and possibly an amount of updates yet undreamt-of.