Grass and other green stuff.

It's halloween today, which meant that last weekend the weekend was slightly different than usual. People were obviously dressed up. The rest was the same, Swedes getting drunk, puking their guts out, you know the deal.

Whilst standing in the train, some small kids were looking at me. I guess it had something to do with having a blood trail on my neck and t-shirt. I have to say that I loved the parties. Somehow people are so much funnier when dressed up, in appearance and speech. The last could be blamed on the booze by the way...

I'm beginning to get used to life here. I am becoming swedish. And that terrifies me in a way. Recently I heard a fellow dutch exchange student in the bus(the accent is easy to recognize), and 2 months ago, I would've walked to him, and spoken with him. But now, now I feel that that would be strange.

While listening to swedish music, I realize how difficult swedish actually is. And for me, being Dutch, it should be easy. At least easier. Swedish sounds like singing, and I'm not such a great singer. You get the problem. I can understand some swedish, as long as it's small talk. My accent is grand and vocabulary small.

The question of 'Why the hell are you is Sweden whilst you could be smoking...' is one I heard a lot. I answered a lot. But somehow people don't see what they have. I mean that as in one's country. It's like a trend to not like your country, and want to go to either America,Australia, New Zealand, etc. And I'm doing the same thing, right now. I have never realized how nice we Dutchies are, till I got here. We are open, interested and kind. But there are some negative things as well, I never realized we are aggressive, stupid and unintelligent. I thought Holland is boring, and Sweden interesting. The Swedes find Holland more interesting than Sweden. And now, I finally know why the hell everyone in the world knows Amsterdam, and wants to go there. It is, in fact, quite good. Holland ain't that bad, but it's just different. (it rains more often here, imagine that) Somehow living abroad lives up to it's cheesy expectations, and you actually do learn more about your own culture, yourself, and a new culture of course...

And actually it's the same thing with the rest of your life. Whilst thinking about how other people's grass is greener than yours, you forget how good your life is in fact. We humans are whiners, complaining all the time. People are starving in Africa, and we complain about a bad hair day...One should open his eyes more often, and realize that (one's) life isn't that bad. Seriously, do it.