Bubbles bubbles bubbles!

In this post I'll share my thoughts on the issue that's been all over the news lately. BUBBLES! Prepare for a long and pretentious rant.

bubbles, I live in one. I'm not one of those people without a immunesystem, quite the contrary in fact.

I like to think that I live in a mental bubble. It doesn't matter if I do or if I don't. The idea of the mental bubbles is what's getting me through the day. It's a mental wall, and on the outside there's commercialism, capitalism, shallowness, rudeness, religion and so forth. To sum it up, the real world is on the outside of my small, but significant bubble.

My bubble was created through hardship. I used to fight and argue against everything I disliked. However, fighting the false reality we call the real world is serious business. It's like throwing pebbles against the great wall of China, in other words: it's practically impossible. The thought of never being satisfied caused me great anxiety and depression. It's hard disliking everything you see, it's sort of like carrying heavy weights around all day. I was becoming darker and more cynical for each day. A friend of mine pointed this out to me, by calling me "bitter-cunt". She wasn't saying it as an insult, it was meant as a joke. Atleast that's what I think.

I actually kind off enjoyed being called bitter-cunt. I was forging an identity as a bitter and cynical person. And I was so deep into the bad circle, that it made me feel good.

It all changed a couple of weeks ago. After a fairly boring day at school I went to a vegan cafe.The cafe is organized by a friend I've started appreciating more and more. I met up with a couple of friends and we started talking. It was a truly wonderful afternoon. I can't remember the conversations, but I remember the feeling. Many things made it what it was. But these things stood out.

-I had a very long conversation with a girl I've known for 17 years, but never talked to. I don't even think I said hi to her when we walked by each other. I thank you for the joy I felt when talking to you.

-The feeling of being surrounded by people you truly liked and appreciate and at the same time hearing them express that they liked and appreciated you back.

-The feeling of the walk I took with my oldest friend. We didn't do anything special, we took a simple walk and played some football at a schoolyard. We discussed society and alternative art.

But it meant a lot to me. But doing something different mattered to me. Not taking part in the activities of society meant a lot, not getting wasted, not going to a party and seeing young girls dress up like whores to attract shallow boys.

Instead of doing that, we were in my bubble enjoying the simple things. And that's the hard thing with live, to enjoy the simple things. Anyone can find happiness in expensive cars and trips to exotic places. But finding happiness and peace of mind in a walk with a friend is truly special, and it's such a pure form of happiness.

I found a home, and that home is my bubble. All these people are a part of my bubble, my shield against the reality I don't wish to be a part of. The bubble is a way to live alongside a society you actively dislikes, without pain. But sometimes the real world penetrates the bubble, and that's when you need your friends to repair the damage.

This entire text feels really cheesy and pretentious, but it's how I feel. I decided not to use any names in this blog. I wont mention any names for several reasons. The readers will most likely consist of 90% people who know me, so names aren't necessary. And because the beauty disappears if you use names, the beauty of the persons personality disappears, and you're left with a name instead of a person.

For all the people who truly make my life the joy it's been the latest months, I thank you.