The name “Ólafur” is in my mind a lot lately. I looked it up. We’ve got Ólafur Eliasson, and the other day I watched The Secret Life of Walter Mitty and the actor who plays the helicopter pilot is called Ólafur Darri Ólafsson and I fucking loved that character. I always love that kind of characters…loving chubby drunks. It’s Iceland’s “Juan”, basically, so my mind is not being original at all. But I love the sounding. Derived from the Old Norse Óláfr, meaning “ancestor’s relic”. Which is a lovely meaning for a name. I’ve been thinking about those people, those who seem to carry sadness in their eyes. I believe I’m one of those, although I hate the idea of that and fight against it. Those who carry all their ancestors’ sadness and regrets from past lives, feeling that sadness not knowing exactly why, being this such a fun and beautiful life, not having real reasons for such a deep, rooted sadness. Astrologically they say Cancer or Cancer ascendants have almond shaped eyes, all of us, easy to recognize and that we have this look like we’ve seen it all. Cancer being a sign so related to family and the past, maybe we are the chosen ones to carry with our ancestors luggage and not really knowing it, maybe that’s where the sadness, the great intuition, that “seen it all” look comes from. Cancer’s second decan, between July 2nd and 12th are said to be natural witches, it kinda makes sense if you are going to carry on your shoulders all your ancestors’ database.
I’ve been playing this sort of masochistic games with myself lately. I get tired by 1AM but force myself to stay awake and read stupid stuff on the internet till 5AM. Sometimes till 3AM if I want to go to bed “early”, sometimes til 6AM if I’m feeling more “hardcore”. When I wake up, I stay in bed for a little while and try to tolerate the hunger, sometimes I’m not really hungry till 2 hours later, but most of the times I’d usually would have jumped out of bed to get breakfast ASAP, because it’s the best meal of the day and because I couldn’t bare the hunger. Now I can. I feel as if it is some sort of idiotic meditation and when I reach the point where I feel nausea, which happens when I’m really hungry (some days I would wake up feeling like this right away, so I run to the kitchen for coffee with milk to calm my raging stomach down, although nowadays I can take it better). Now I have been awake for 2 hours, had a lovely shower, I’m enjoying the sound of the rain, and just decided I should eat something, although I think I could take it for one more hour.
It’s a bit sad when someone you didn’t talk to at all on Facebook suddenly becomes the person who appears at the top of your chat list, even when offline. And you are happy when their chat window pops up with them saying “Hi” and you talk for an unusual amount of hours, and you think it’s weird but you let it happen cause you are enjoying it and then something happens, there’s a click, or many clicks and you talk less. And less. And less. Till someone stops answering at all. And then you slowly but steadily watch them go down on that list till they get lost into the other list, way down where you don’t see their name next to a green dot anymore because you’d have to scroll down every 2 seconds to do so and it’s both annoying and weird as a routine and you’re complete strangers once again.