8 minutes from T-centralen to Västra Skogen.
Here I go.
What to write about. Or type. I can’t write, I’m a physicist. I’m also unable to stop thinking about myself being ‘on the sprectrum’ as I thought before.
That’s cool, but it makes me very certain of things. And very much having to be my way to be involved.
Like I don’t even know how I do it, but in meeting new people I do manage to make every conversation about the Eurovision.
This is good.
I need this as my discussion point – it is something everybody has an interest in – even if that interest is to mock it. Football doesn’t even come close to it in a country like this – that is too gender divisive – even in one with good established women’s football like Sweden.
Right I’m half way, need to think of something constructive to type about. And I can’t really do it. No body really interesting on my tunnelbana. Generic attractive female on the poster advertising swimwear. No good schlager names on the Åhlens sale this week.
Statshagen – crap I’m next stop.
Oh well, it’s been good.
It’s Easter this week – hope that I’m able to make good use of it and I can plan accordingly to have something good then. Just to make the most of the time to concise each and every thought and have a game plan for the coming months.
And have rooms booked for MFKlubben in my perpetual challenge. Can’t believe how hard it is – and really I respect now how different this was at university.
Nästa Västra Skogen.
Have a lovely evening all