The art of being alone. I have, while practising it, been both very good at it and very not so. It’s an annoyingly easy thing to loose, and I fear I’ve done it again. Sitting quiet in front of the computer is no match at all, but living.. To actually make the most of one’s life, or why not just of one’s hour, by oneself is no easy thing at all. Action without interaction.

Today I’ve worked alone all day and it was to my own surprise brilliant. I suddenly remembered that I really liked my job before I really liked the boy at my job. I also learned that I make far fewer mistakes when there’s no one around to notice them, which, as I’ve mentioned before, goes for everything from playing the piano to flipping a pancake. I have to wonder if I might just be the most brilliant-minded person in the world, but I’m just not alone enough?

If you dig a deep hole in the ground and bury the old scientist who is replaced by the young one, who is drilling a nice enough hole to the center of the earth, and then drop me down there, preferably along with Aaron Eckhart who has some experience with this type of stuff and in addition looks very eatable without his shirt on in the end of my movie..

[pause to note that I don’t have to put famous actors into my ponderings anymore, as I happen to have a nicely built, occasionally shirtless piece of ass of my own at the moment, *slightly evil laughter* ]

..then fill the hole, and finally plant a cherry tree to mark the spot, would I, in my absolute solitude, burn fiercly with never before seen talent in anything I take on?

I believe I just might.

Strangely enough though, however silly and distracted I get when confronted with anything beyond alone, it is what I prefer in any and every aspect of my life. Good company.

I suppose this was my somewhat precise way of telling you that you are free to pop over for tea whenever you feel like it, because however undressed I ever am, I’m always in the mood for - say it with me…

Goood Companyyy!

[if and only if my life ever takes a turn for the worst, I will trade my position as a failed designer for a scaringly succesful tv-shop presenter, it is my one true, but hidden, talent..]

Oh, and not to forget the everyday: I’ve been living lately, and I don’t know if I should blame the good company or life in general. Museums, picnics, mountains, movies, parties, walks and music. Johanna visited me last weekend and it was nothing but a great end to a great week. My head gets stuck in analysing the moment, I think it might be a bad habit from being alone, having nothing better to do. I need to live a litte, I need to live a lot actually. If this darn school would start already and stop eating away at my present concentration.. I feel like I’m wasting right now, and what else is there to live really? Stupid head.

I’m sorry, I’m loosing you here.. Uhm.. I really should learn how to blog like a normal person.. uhm..

“On Sunday Johanna and me slept rather late and had a nice breakfast before we went to town. We left Johanna’s bag at the other Johanna’s place and then we walked to Ateneum, the art museum. Carolus was a little late so Johanna stopped into Gina Tricot to find a certain sweater, and I joined to find a renegade eyelash. I was succesful, but she unfortunately wasn’t. We saw the exhibition “Kalevala”, which was sort of interesting, but I wish I knew the story better.. or at all actually. After this we decided to go for a picnic on Suomenlinna and wen’t to Carolus’ penthouse to get some stuff. It was a great picnic, and sitting on the cliffs by the sea really felt like home. We took the ferry back and missed all sorts of trains before we finally reached Johanna’s apartment where we picked up the bag. We actually forgot the bag on the first try and Johanna had to walk up again to get it. Ha ha. After Johanna had left I went to Carolus’ place to watch a movie, and then I went home. It was a really good Sunday.

Take care,

Yvonne”

*insurmountably sarcastic laughter*