I consider myself a very shy person, but somehow I feel like how I dress reflects my personality. I guess it takes time to get under my skin, but after you've reached that point, there is really no turning back. You might be in awe, you might be disgusted. But that's just how it is. That's just how I am.
I've had a lot of comments said, written, whispered and actually even screamed after me. A lot of positive. But with the lovin', there is always hatin'.
I love the love and I love the hate.
But there is something that I don't appriciate that much. And that is when people say things just to hurt others. When the hating has no other purpose than to make people feel bad about themselves and leaving them feeling smaller than they are. I've actually become used to the hating so it doesn't really sting any more. But I think about other people. People that maybe doesn't have the strength to keep their head up. Just think when somebody gets picked on for the same thing all the time, hearing it over and over again. And you open your mouth and say it one more time, just that could be the last drop. That could really do some damage. It doesnt't even have to be somebody you know, just some random boy or girl on the street. Teenagers have killed themselves "for less". So be careful what you put out there, 'cause remember.. Karma comes back times three. But that's just how it is. That's just my opinion.
This has been on my mind this afternoon.
Today at work a girl approached me just to tell me that she thought my style was cool. That was nice of her. And today outside of Ica, this woman stopped when she saw me and just said "Wow, you're cool!" And left. Funny huh?
That is when I decided to take myself for a walk around town and man, what an experience that was. I don't know if people were looking at me funny because of how I looked or because I was alone.. looking like that. But the "sun was shining, and the weather is sweet", and the sounds was breathtaking. Some guys were beatboxing, some was playing african drums and the sounds from the cafés. It was nice to hear Oslo coming to life again. That is the Oslo I know.
When I reached "Nasjonaltheatret" I felt that people actually were a bit different. A bit stiffer, a bit .. simpler, a bit more hatin'. It was almost like walking in to a all black party dressed in neon pink. Anywho, when I reached the open space at "Aker Brygge" a group of men in their 40s passed me. One of them turned and screamed after me:
"Are you a boy or a girl?"
During all of this I managed to take some photos of things I liked.
Enjoy!
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