How do you actually define a hero?
Is it an everyday-hero who picks up your wallet when you drop it, so you won't lose it, or is it firefighters, who save people from burning buildings and save lives?
Or is it those in the movies. They have super powers, they're invincible, strong and almighty?
The meaning of the word 'hero', depends on what that one person have done.
Let's say you save someone from drowning, pulls up the person from the water, gives mouth to mouth and saves a life, the person wakes up and calls you a hero for saving his/her life.
Or is that a saviour? You just saved someone from dying. Savior or hero?
Nowdays, we know that there is nothing supernatural, there's no superheroes in the world, no one can fly.
So the question remains: Who is a hero?
I'd say that everyone is a hero, it's just that there will always be someone better.
onsdag 3 juni 2009
måndag 1 juni 2009
Greet the end
Some people just need some extra attention, barely that.
Sometimes they just need something little, that little extra thing.
I'm not talking about attention whores, they're way out of my league, but ordinary people you see each day... Ordinary, depending on how you see them.
Sometimes what seems to be the hardest thing to do, is the easiest there is.
Sometimes, a "hello" is enough to bring someone back on their feet.
Then again, why should we give a damn about people we don't know at all?
The odds are that you won't ever, in your entire life, likely to see that one person ever again, depending on where you saw him/her.
We're born selfish and lonely, and every creature in this world will die alone.
Even a dog, just before death, will crawl away to an empty place without anyone around, just to die there, alone.
Same would go for humans, it's just that they decide to fucking strap us to a bed and keep us alive until they realize you're either completely dead or old enough to let go of.
Sometimes they just need something little, that little extra thing.
I'm not talking about attention whores, they're way out of my league, but ordinary people you see each day... Ordinary, depending on how you see them.
Sometimes what seems to be the hardest thing to do, is the easiest there is.
Sometimes, a "hello" is enough to bring someone back on their feet.
Then again, why should we give a damn about people we don't know at all?
The odds are that you won't ever, in your entire life, likely to see that one person ever again, depending on where you saw him/her.
We're born selfish and lonely, and every creature in this world will die alone.
Even a dog, just before death, will crawl away to an empty place without anyone around, just to die there, alone.
Same would go for humans, it's just that they decide to fucking strap us to a bed and keep us alive until they realize you're either completely dead or old enough to let go of.
söndag 17 maj 2009
Imperfect the way you are
There's nothing wrong.
It's just the indifference between two people that makes it seem less right.
It's just the indifference between two people that makes it seem less right.
fredag 15 maj 2009
Sympathy devided by 0
To be completely honest, I'm not sure why we do it, I mostly don't.
When we feel bad, angry or depressed, we tend to tell people about it, write things about it, show it on a picture etc etc.
Some people say they don't give a flying fuck about what others think, for some it's true. Some people say they do care what everythink and must do it. Even though they talk alot, and say alot, I doubt everything is true. Of course there's times when it can be true and there is people who speaks nothing but the truth, but still.
We tell people how bad we feel, what happend during the day, we get the attention we want so we know what others think and just to find out that there's still people out there that care for you. Sometimes you already knew it and sometimes you want to find out.
We upload a sad picture, show a sad face. We make a drama-scene or tell a story, fake a smile even though some people can see right through it.
And in matter of fact, I do care for some. Most people refuse to believe and that I care for I, me and myself only. I would say I care for myself the most, but that does NOT change the fact that there are people out there who I can care for. It won't always show, even though I do.
Not everyone want to, or can, show it as others may think. Some people ask you why you never show feelings, why you never care, why you're never there for them, why you don't call, why you never text them, and so on, and there's a simple answer to that. You're not just that kind of person. This does not mean you're a careless, lonely bastard who don't deserve anything better than shit, no... Well, sometimes it might, but still. You don't always need to show that you care, to actually care.
I guess all we want is some sympathy from time to time.
When we feel bad, angry or depressed, we tend to tell people about it, write things about it, show it on a picture etc etc.
Some people say they don't give a flying fuck about what others think, for some it's true. Some people say they do care what everythink and must do it. Even though they talk alot, and say alot, I doubt everything is true. Of course there's times when it can be true and there is people who speaks nothing but the truth, but still.
We tell people how bad we feel, what happend during the day, we get the attention we want so we know what others think and just to find out that there's still people out there that care for you. Sometimes you already knew it and sometimes you want to find out.
We upload a sad picture, show a sad face. We make a drama-scene or tell a story, fake a smile even though some people can see right through it.
And in matter of fact, I do care for some. Most people refuse to believe and that I care for I, me and myself only. I would say I care for myself the most, but that does NOT change the fact that there are people out there who I can care for. It won't always show, even though I do.
Not everyone want to, or can, show it as others may think. Some people ask you why you never show feelings, why you never care, why you're never there for them, why you don't call, why you never text them, and so on, and there's a simple answer to that. You're not just that kind of person. This does not mean you're a careless, lonely bastard who don't deserve anything better than shit, no... Well, sometimes it might, but still. You don't always need to show that you care, to actually care.
I guess all we want is some sympathy from time to time.
onsdag 13 maj 2009
Leaning banana in classroom
I'm not sure if I am a bad person or not anymore.
We had this dude in school/collage(whatever you wish to call it) today.
First he stands there, normal as everyone else and talks about stuff that was rather interesting.
Suddently, he stops for a second and asks for a glass of water. Alright, just as we're about to give him a glass of water, he leans towards the whiteboard and then falls down on the floor. It looks something like this: Take a banana, make it "stand" and then let go. The way it falls down, that was the motion he did. And just as he falls down, it made me laugh. But he didn't actually fall. He passed out.. Well sort of.. That was more of a "pre-pass-out", 'cause he gets back on his feet and then decides to fall once again. And I seriously can't get that image out of my head.
People don't really understand it, the funny part is not that he passed out, just the way he looked when he did it.
"I'm ok, I'm ok" Lean towards the whiteboard and WTF-Falls to the floor like a stiff banana on drugs.
Also, for some reason we had red pears today instead of green.
WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW?!
We had this dude in school/collage(whatever you wish to call it) today.
First he stands there, normal as everyone else and talks about stuff that was rather interesting.
Suddently, he stops for a second and asks for a glass of water. Alright, just as we're about to give him a glass of water, he leans towards the whiteboard and then falls down on the floor. It looks something like this: Take a banana, make it "stand" and then let go. The way it falls down, that was the motion he did. And just as he falls down, it made me laugh. But he didn't actually fall. He passed out.. Well sort of.. That was more of a "pre-pass-out", 'cause he gets back on his feet and then decides to fall once again. And I seriously can't get that image out of my head.
People don't really understand it, the funny part is not that he passed out, just the way he looked when he did it.
"I'm ok, I'm ok" Lean towards the whiteboard and WTF-Falls to the floor like a stiff banana on drugs.
Also, for some reason we had red pears today instead of green.
WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW?!
måndag 11 maj 2009
Hysteria
I just can't take people who complain about their love-life, their social life or just their own fucking life. It's just like we're supposed to actually give a damn. So there they are, just found a new one and tells everyone how fucking perfect they are for eachother, how happy they are, how they love eachother, how they're gonna get kids etc etc. And yet, they met this weekend on a fucking party, and yes, they do already know eachother.
A week later one of them want some time alone, says it and all hell breaks loose. "HE DOES NOT LOVE ME ANYMORE!" /wrist
He never loved you, you dumb fuck, he wanted to bang you, he USED you. Or it's the other way around. He finds out she's been cheating on him, gets depressed because once again, another girlfriend dumped him. He should be used by now, no one really wants him, he's a one-night-stand that just won't let go.
So there we go again, he's sobbing over another dumb emo-girl who dumped him, opens internet, finds the usual chat site, find a new girl who lives pretty close, starts flirting and the same thing happens again. It's a vicious circle - A vicious circle that we all laugh at sooner or later.
A week later one of them want some time alone, says it and all hell breaks loose. "HE DOES NOT LOVE ME ANYMORE!" /wrist
He never loved you, you dumb fuck, he wanted to bang you, he USED you. Or it's the other way around. He finds out she's been cheating on him, gets depressed because once again, another girlfriend dumped him. He should be used by now, no one really wants him, he's a one-night-stand that just won't let go.
So there we go again, he's sobbing over another dumb emo-girl who dumped him, opens internet, finds the usual chat site, find a new girl who lives pretty close, starts flirting and the same thing happens again. It's a vicious circle - A vicious circle that we all laugh at sooner or later.
söndag 10 maj 2009
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