The Cycle Never Ends

With a refilled water bottle and new energy from having talked to my sister-of-heart in a foreign country and while waiting for a couple of albums to download, I will now attempt to write that blog entry I mentioned in the previous blog I posted today, and crossing my fingers that I will not get a writer's block in the midst of this. Please cross fingers with me.

Let's title this... Why I consider The United States of America a better place for me to live than Norway currently is.


It all began in a sociology class earlier this week, I believe it was Monday afternoon. As you may or may not know, there is a world championship taking place right this moment, here in the capital of Norway, in Oslo. They've titled it OSL2011, I believe. I haven't paid much attention to it. I think it is boring. Evidently, I stand alone. My teacher asked something like, if we were watching the skiers, if we ski ourselves, if it really is so that Norwegians are born with skis on their feet - well, in which case, consider me adopted.  Keep in mind: he, the teacher, asked us, the students, an opionion question. I, a student of the class on equal level as every other of the 20-30 students, raised my hand to answer the question. I think my answer was rather reasonable.



"No, I do not think that Norwegians are born with skis on their feet. I don't consider it right to say that skiing is part of the Norwegian culture, as I don't consider it right to say that soccer is a part of the Norwegian culture. I am a Norwegian, I have never been anything other than that, and I have never felt less Norwegian than I do when you say that I have to like skiing and soccer, otherwise I am an outcast amongst my own people. And keep in mind that not all Norwegian people, not all people that call themselves Norwegian, have blue eyes and blonde hair like you do, and consider it a family activity to go out in the woods with wood strapped to their feet and hot dogs and oranges in their backpacks. Not all Norwegians can be seen as one. 'Norwegians' is not synonymous with skiing, and therefore I don't think it's right to use a term such as 'our culture' about a country that is so divided."

Well, my teacher is old school. He said something about "most of us" and implied that I am different. I don't fit in in my own country. I am not Norwegian enough for him, because I don't spend my Saturday mornings out walking on wood with a backpack, because I'd rather eat Thai or Italian for dinner, because I think the taste of potatoes in a brown sauce with whatever else for dinner every day is the most boring food there ever was, because I walk around in skinny jeans and on high heels and hold my head high and don't accept being told how to act, how to behave, how to exist.



Norway is a big country with a small population, less than 5 million people. America is an even bigger country, with more than 300 million people. 300 million people have much more varied minds and ways of thinking than 5 million do. There is a much bigger variety in 300 than in 5. There is more open-ness in 300 than in 5. When you are one in 300, you are nobody yet you are somebody because you are absolutely no one but yourself. When you are that same one in 5, you are somebody that nobody wishes to see, you are an outcast.


I have a friend who doesn't understand my... My excitement when it comes to America. I think it's because she has never been there. She herself, I seem to remember, said she wouldn't think of it any different than she currently does, even if she had been there. I genuinely doubt that. I don't think America is the best country in the world. They have far from the best health system. They do not have the best school system, and universities are really expensive. They have some really crazy laws - for example, in my town there, no one under the age of 18 were allowed to be outside after 10pm on week days because that was city curfew. You can google all of this and more if you're interested, I'm not going to give a speech on the absurd laws of the coutries of the world because that would take me forever and beyond.



No, America is not the best country in the world. But it's the most varied country in the world.  They say you become fat from being in America. I don't think that's true. You become fat from eating at the McDonald's drive thru every day. You get fat from getting a frappuchino at Starbucks every day. You become fat if you sit in your car and drive to visit your neighbor. But go to a super market and you will find great food. Fresh produce that you can make whatever you want from. Shit, the ice cream ain't even that bad for ya, it's mostly water! You can get the exact same Ritz Crackers and Jarlsberg cheese at any WinCo in the States as you can at Kiwi or Rema 1000 here in Norway. And more.



In America, I can be Norwegian without being a soccer fanatic or love skiing. Hell, I haven't had skis on my feet since I was a kid, nor do I plan on it. I've barely ever played soccer in my life, and never voluntarily. I hate soccer. I am terrified of the ball. I've sat through two soccer matches in my life - both in America - where my school's team was playing a school which a friend of mine attended. The first match, I watched him play. The second match he was sitting next to me and we were cheering for each our team. Haha. That was OK. But I'll never sit through what "my" people consider a real soccer match. Or a biathlon. Or ski jumping. Or sprint. Call it whatever you wish, but know that I don't care.

In America, I could have Mac 'n' Cheese for dinner one day, a baked potato with cheese and broccoli the next, then pizza, soup with grilled cheese sandwitches, or cereal for dinner even. Here, there is just no way. Families are so set to having certain things for dinner. In America there was no such thing. I will never claim that I am a good cook, but with some practice I would dare say that I can operate a stove and cook something edible at some point in the future. I cannot wait until this is forced upon me and I can/will/must/have to make dinner for myself.




Long story short: For me, the Nameless Norwegian Teenager, America equals freedom. Norway equals prison at the present.

Disagree with me however much you want to. I never said I care about anything anybody thinks of me. No wait, that's not true. I care about people's opinions when they are people I respect who also respect me. But those people wouldn't tell me I am wrong to say this, because they would respect that these are my thoughts, my feelings, this is my heart poured out for the world to read. And well... If you try to prove me wrong by commenting that you respect me but this is just not acceptable... Well, then you just lost the respect you've had.



Wow. It's amazing what 2 in the morning can do. Thank you.

 

We're only taking turns
Holding this world
That's how it's always been
When you're older
You will understand...

♥ The Norwegian Teenager

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