This really cracked me up. I was flipping through my TextTV (not sure of this is available overseas), and I came across this news. A quick translation: One of Stockholm universitys oldest departments has today been put under new management. The dean of Stockholm university has fired the entire board of this department for failing to come up with a plan to solve the departments financial problems. Here is the funny part - which department is this?
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One really should appreciate life more, on the whole you don't have it that bad, now do you? At least not if you compare yourself to other sorry losers?
That excellent point aside I would like to give you a tip on how to be a happy person and also tell you the meaning of life: It's to eat more Liquorice! Life is really all to short to not stuff your face with it every day...
Let me count the ways...
Today, I'm happy to report, the universe took an refreshing new approach to the whole reward-and-punishment system and it also told me in no uncertain terms how hard work is connected to getting money.
Usually, I need to do a lot of hard work of a degrading, menial and boring nature who also is of questionable morality. Society as a whole and females in particular generally also frowns upon people of my chosen profession. Most of the time I get a reward of some kind but that reward is, as luck would have it, never ever ever ever on par with the disgusting nature of theese tasks.
Actually I have earlier surmised that all this is likely because I must have been a God awful person in an earlier life, or actually several lives... Probably even thousands of lives, and this time around, I'm really gonna get it. So I work with computers...
I have many interesting flaws, but I consider one of my best flaws to be my complete inability to hold my liquor. This is mainly because I did not drink any alcohol until about about ten years ago when I reached the mature age of about 30 and started making some terrible decisions. Coincidentally proving that age really has nothing to do with maturity. Look at me for instance, I'm about forty years old and am about as mature as any anyone, that is about twelve years of age or younger...
So maybe I drink a lot of coffe, about 86 epressos in a day, but still, that doesn't make me and addict?!
And it's true that about every two hours I find myself without the will to live, an empty cup of coffe in one hand, a metal fork in the other, staring longingly at the small holes in the wall socket, so what? I'm sure everyone does that! From time to time. Another couple of espressos will fix that right up!
Well it was a beautiful day to go for a coffe at the really old castle with their terrace that looks out over the ocean. There we were, my aunt, my sister, her husband and all the children, the teen daughter, the teen son and also the youngest addition, Emil, who is about six years old. The terrace is one of the more "touristy" places in the coastal town of Varberg where my aunt lives and, even if the coffe is so bad it should be used for some form of cleaning purpose than drinking.
Sometimes when I have a conversation with myself I ask me: "Not only are you one of the most crazy people in the western hemisphere, you are also one of the most uniqely creative. What, pray tell, would one such as yourself consider being the key to happiness?".
I always answer this: "My simple dream is to work hard and live a long an prosperous life that would leve me filthy stinking rich because this is the key to true happiness."
– "Money and work is the key to happiness?" I respond, sceptically.