The Social Network

Today I went to the theater with Annie and watched The Social Network. The movie is, for all of you who don’t know, the story about Facebook and it’s founders and law-suits. I don’t have a facebook of my own and I still have no desire to have one. No matter what I think myself, facebook is indeed a huge success with hundreds of millions using it. The guy who founded facebook is younger than me and is a dollar millionaire. Too bad I’m not very innovative.  Anyway, it’s quite a good movie. Not a must for the theater, but definitely worth watching.

Love the cause, hate the consequence

Alarm set for seven, half two in the night. Now would be a really good time to sleep, but first I want to write this. Today have been one of the worst days in a long time, still is I guess. It all started yesterday evening, as usual without me having a clue as to why. Around 1 am or something, the blues set in. I went to bed at around 4:30, after laying awake staring at the ceiling for about half an hour before that. Today I woke up at some time, I ate some lunch around 13 or 14 I guess. If I hadn’t had lived at home, I would not have eaten any lunch. At 18 I got up and through the day I have done pretty much nothing. Played a bit of Guild Wars and watched one TV episode. My intentions was to read everything that I need for next weeks assignment, but I evidently did not do so.

This is also the first day in quite some time that I’ve been quite close to adding another scar to my body. The main reason why I haven’t is because it’s impractical. People annoy me a lot when they worry, so I rather have them not worried. I also like to be very honest, even when it’s not beneficial for me. Perhaps not really the correct reason for not cutting yourself, but any reason is better than no reason I guess.

So why do I then get in this state of melancholy? Well, I honestly don’t know. This time around it happened late night after an otherwise very nice day. Me and Miss Blue Sweater went to the cinema to see Slumdog Millionaire. I had already seen it once but Miss wanted to see it and I did not mind seeing it again as it’s very nice. After movies we walked up to a Italian restaurant and ate some nice pasta. Walked through half the town to where she lives. There we watched another movie, Lars and the real girl, which I did not fancy as much. It’s definitely a movie worth watching, it’s a bit slow though and it feels like there’s some magic ingredient missing to make it great. All in all I left her place shortly after 23 and headed for home. Had a very nice day with a very nice lady.

But when I got home, or some time after really it all went to crap. And it’s stayed crap since. I recall that I’ve had this reaction before. A few years ago I spoke a lot with a friend of mines friend. And back then I also got very depressed afterwards. So do I get sad from being happy? Well at least not only by being happy. I also get sad at random times for no apparent reason at all. It happens a bit fewer now than before, or I just have gotten used to it and lowered my sadness bar. This is of course also just two incidents and I can’t generalize from that, but if I indeed do get sad from being happy, it sure sucks.

Butterflies

Today I walked home from the train while it was snowing. Then, the ground was still too hot for the snow to lay on it just stuck to me and my coat instead. A few hours later, the snow started covering the ground in a white blanket and now we have about 5 centimeters. Winter has come early to my part of Sweden this year, we usually don’t get snow until late December if even then, must be the global warming.

About one and a half hour ago I finished watching a movie, the title is Le scaphandre et le papillon, or in English, The diving bell and the butterfly. This is a very weird translation, as the movie has nothing at all to do with butterflies. I think it’s a case of bad translation as there in the movie is an old style diving suite. You’ve probably seen the suite, usually in copper and brass and with a tube attached for air. So it’s more The diving helmet and the butterfly, guess that didn’t sound as well.

Either way, awesome movie, see it. It’s a biography about Jean-Dominique Bauby, he was editor of Elle when he had a stroke and became fully paralyzed. The only thing he could move was his left eye and he communicated through blinking with it. The movie is based upon a book that he dictated by blinking with his one good eye. Very touching movie and definitely worth your time.