The antithesis of euphoria

The title of today's thread probably sums up my current state of mind. I am trying to stay positive but sometimes there's a need tilt my mind and unload all negative weight that floats in there. This happens to be a terrific channel for that.

I've had a long day at campus. 4 meetings in one day, that squeezed out most of my energy. On top of that I'm trying to figure out why some people are impossible to communicate with. Some people tend to make the least complicated conversations as complex mind mazes. The funny thing is that nothing works when it comes to possible solutions for the problem. Silence doesn't work (because we need to talk). I've tried to engage in conversations with this moron but it still doesn't work. There was a time though, when this individual would come to me any time and we could talk easily about almost anything. Those days are gone and now this asshole is giving me a hard time. Thanks. This is what I call gratitude.

Another thing, I need to make an announcement once again. Lex Jante is still something that bothers me and that exists in my everyday life. It popped up today during a conversation with a guy at campus. His propaganda was too much for me so I tried to round it off politely, telling him that his views on certain issues were antique and narrowminded. Deep inside I felt like punching him in the face, but that isn't civilized or correct in any way. I guess it's a part of the culture of the society we live in. It's difficult to rub it off without facing problems. All I know is that is a stupid way of thinking and that it prevents progress.

So, with this being said, I'll leave. If she plays heavy with me it's her loss. In other words, if she doesn't like me, too bad!

I hate firecrackers

It's almost 2 weeks since new years eve but the kids (and sometimes even grown ups) play Baghdad Bowling out on the streets 24/7. What's the fucking thrill? It's like putting your notes on fire.


It's nice one night every year, not more. I wish the retards would quit.

What defines one's nationality?

The first week is now over. It's Friday night but that doesn't really mean anything. January will be one of those months when too many things attract my attention and keep me from seeing how time passes.

I've had a cool day though. I have studied a little but I haven't exactly been working my ass off. I've been distracted by some shit at PFDC lately. Here's the story.

There's this Iranian footballer in the Swedish league, Behrang Safari who quickly has become one of the better players on his position. He was recently awarded with a berth in the Swedish national team in some upcoming friendlies in North America. Unfortunately, Behrang was interrogated at the airport where the Swedish national team was changing flights. He was stuck there for 2 hours and missed the plane with the other players on it. It's usually common that Iranians are "interviewed" like this after 9/11 and all the other problems going on in the Mid East. So far so good.


Here's the annoying thing. Behrang said in an interview (that I myself did with him last summer!) that he would join the national team that calls him up first. That means that if the officials at the Iranian football federation (which is a mess at the moment with a new president) would have called Behrang up for one of the many worthless friendlies against Arab teams, he would most likely accept that invitation and become an Iranian international player. Behrang was never called up by Iran, and I completely understand him when he accepted the invite from Sweden's headcoach Lars Lagerbäck. I mean who would turn down an invitation from a national team in order to wait for another one (that might not even come...)? It's stupid!
Now, people are going around calling Behrang all different kinds of things. Traitor, Swede (as if that is something negative) Iran hater and other nasty things. The funny thing here is that these kids (99 % of them) don't even live inside Iran. Most of them can't even read or write Farsi! Now they're preaching all kinds of stupid things about patriotism, nationalism and pride. Well, spare us please! Have you ever heard of Zlatan Ibrahimovic before?


Henrik Larsson? Zinedine Zidane (one of the biggest players of all time)?


It upsets me that people don't see this in a distanced and nuanced way. Some people see the world in only black and white.
Enough about that.

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I have an exam tomorrow afternoon. The coming weeks are as I mentioned earlier, pretty tanked. But what the fuck, it's not the first time. I've had the wonderful opportunity to enjoy inhuman stress during the past 6 months, so I'll be a big boy and suck it up.

Good night.

2008, the end of a long tunnel

Here we are, on the other side of the mountain. We have finally left the tunnel. 2007 is over and a new year has begun.

This is what I said a year ago:

It felt strange right from the get-go. I never felt that 2007 would be a year to remember. Don't ask me why. I know that things tend to turn out the way you bend them yourself, it's in your own hands. But truth to be told, 2007 sucked in many ways. Political tension and turbulence, my injury, friends who let me (and others) down all contributed to a mediocre year. Minor things (in this context) such as stress and "trouble" at campus didn't directly help me either.

Some positive things took place during the past year, amen for that. I don't want to build up a castle of expectations for 2008 because I am aware of the risks of such behaviour. Before you know it things go sour and there you sit, disappointed and sad. 2008 shall be a good year, hopefully. The least I can do is to try to make it a good year. The rest is not in my hands.

I feel excited about the summer. We have the EURO 2008 finals in Switzerland and Austria and I'm looking for some EURO 2004 vibes.
My assignment within the student association will be over by the end of this semester, and it's going to be strange to leave it. At the same time I can't deny that it is going to feel great, to remove a burden from my shoulders and to hand it over to someone else.

I have high hopes for this coming year. I really hope that I'll get the opportunity to get closer to some people that I've drifted away from. I hope it will be a year full of prosperity, success and happiness. I hope that this will be the year when peace will spread all over the world, and that cultural, religious and ethnic conflicts end. I hope that this year will be the year when dialogue and respect replace weapons. I hope that this will be a successful year for the Swedish and Iranian national teams in football. But who knows? Nobody knows what the future holds.

Life is a strange path. It's a very fast trip with stops, amazing passages, changes of directions and collisions on a regular basis. No matter how much we try to change the outcome of our lives, we still end up powerless at the end of the day. I am once again pointing out that I am aware of what this trip has to offer me. What I'm trying to say is that I still try to go my own way, even though it might seem impossible sometimes.