Dandelion writing

OK, so I make another attempt. I have started so many texts and given up I am curious if I'll complete this one, and not delete it.

I started writing about RUSS. A long tradition here in Norway, which have now outplayed its role. It used to be senior highschool students who dressed up in red, blue or black suits, drew characters and wrote slogans on them. They had nicknames complimenting their personality and did pranks to get knots in their hats.

The colours on their suits displayed what kind of school they attended, and completed, and they have cars in same colour as their suit, and "businesscards" which they hand out to kids.

These days it has turned into a very expencive, several months long, ongoing party for everybody about the age of 18 (and a little older), who would like to act out and pretend to be above law, order and proper behaviour.

That didn't go very well writing about.

I started writing about the time when our den smelled so bad it was impossible to stay in the room. We tore down the exterior wall, and hundreds of dead mice, decading, tumbled out when we removed the cladding. They had been trapped when the wall was previously fixed.
But then I thought about my friend who wrote about That Smell, and there is no way I can top that.

I took another facebook-test today, what my birthday says about my personality. And it stated: "You are incredible likeable. You are blessed with an amazingly magnetic personality. Other people actually feel pressured and uncomfortable when you are around. You give good advise and are definitely someone who others trust easily".

I somehow found it very contradicting and not very nice, and it wasn't at all fun to write about. Maybe I should stop taking these tests... which I love. They don't really paint a pretty picture of me.

(One even came up with the characteristic: "You are a very demanding woman!")

Maybe I am just tired, maybe what I really need is a muse. I need inspiration... and a vacation.

On the positive side of it all: I have not yet fallen into the compulsive habit of watching funny cat videos on youtube. Then I would have been a tiny bit worried about my sanity.

However, on that note, my friend told me that "my, like his, craziness is not damaging to others. It's more quirky and endearing, and it sets us apart from the general crowd... Sometimes it's lonely, but it's also like being away from just normalness. It would be too common like... when you stop being pleasantly surprised by your own thoughts. I like my thoughts at times; random thoughts that, later, I find amusing and interesting. Sometimes they tumble around in my head. At the end of the day I think we are people who can keep our heads open".

I like to think I have that craziness in me.

Oh, I just remembered: I was journalist and editor of our high school graduation newspaper! Should probably be on my CV, don't you think? Hardly any school's RUSS make those newspapers anymore, but we did. We wrote about the school, what had happened during the past year... a lot of good things, but more bad things and funny pranks, and we presented all the RUSS, which is what we call high school graduates here. and then we sold it to benefit a charity cause. Our was the national cancer assosiation.... long before that was really known, let alone popular.

I probably should add that to my CV.

Maybe I should go out in the garden and weed out dandelions. That should inspire me, I think. You know; the way all great authors are inspired by the grand splendour and wonders of nature, I settle for gloving, fragrant, radiant, vulnerable, hopeful, slender, lively, applicable, legendary dandelions.

On second thought... I'll leave them be.