Why do people prefer to be negative instead of positive?

I’m asking this as a psychology student but even more as a human being. It just hit me a couple of days ago, that most of the time people choose a negative outlook on life instead of a positive. Don’t take me wrong I’m one of them or at least I have my periods, but it is crazy really. Or is it some evolutionary benefit form going around being negative,maybe? Do we need to be negative to push ourselves forward?
Because to most of everyday tasks it is always possible to choose a positive or negative outlook, and I mean choose, because that is what it is all about. I don’t think that most people feel that they have a choice of choosing happiness or sadness but in fact they actually do.

The weird thing is that I even have problems trusting people that are too happy. If someone is too happy I always assume that something is wrong or that they hide a big dark secret, in fact I even find them creepy.

I prefer to have a realistic view on life but it is always up to us in which color we decide to color the world in.

So school have just started and already people are complaining of the workload, well come on this is our free choice, and we get to learn a lot of interesting things.

Someone complained about not finding the love of her life, well is that all what life is about, isn’t life more than just finding someone or rather can’t life be fun even though he/she is not around.

The only thing negative thoughts are good at is to create even more negative thoughts, or has it another purpose than that?

It is almost as though we today think it is cool to be negative, to not bother about anything. Even now writing this I feel uncool; well it is time for a change. We will only live once so why not try to do the best of it. At least I will try for a while, maybe it is cool to be uncool?

Written under the influence of Thom York - Black Swan

Sweden, your rain is bringing me down!

Swedes are known for their obsession about the weather. I have always tried to be a rebel and not care about it. My mom can call me sometimes and ask what the weather is like in Warsaw and I have no clue. It doesn’t even hit me that I can just look out the window to find out, so often I just make something up to make her happy. I don’t know why but people in Sweden gets very satisfied after hearing a weather report?

I didn’t care to sit outside on a restaurant in early May eating my cold dinner (my friends insisted/forced me). I didn’t care to throw of my clothes in February when I lived in France although all the other Swedes did as soon as the sun popped out (I don’t want to know what the French people thought about all the Swedes walking around in tops, when themselves still had their winter jackets tight around them).

Really weather is not my thing. But now I don’t know what to think anymore. I really love my hometown in Sweden but every time I come home it rains, I’ve been home for three weeks and have destroyed four umbrellas. Then I go back to Warsaw and it greets me with the sun. I always have too much clothes on when I land. And when I leave Warsaw the sun is always shining. Going home for Christmas this year the whole town was covered in white and the sun made it looked like the whole of Warsaw was covered in diamonds. Coming home to Sweden the fog and rain yet again greeted me with its cold and wet unpleasantness. What is the weather trying to tell me?

- Forget Sweden, Poland here I come, or what?

Written under the influence of Kashmir - Surfing The Warm Industry

This is Sweden

Black clubs

When something is illegal in Sweden we say that it is black; black club, black cab, black deal, black rental etc. I guess you get the picture. To know about a black club in my hometown is as though you found the key to glory and prosperity. You know there will be good music, good people, cheep beer, but most of all you know you are one of the chosen ones. Going to a black club and you know you are cool. I’ve hardly been to any. Life is hard.

Moving to Warsaw the city seemed grey, ugly in fact. Nothing seemed to be going on. One day a classmate of mine took me to a backyard (alley if you will), of a shopping street (Nowy Swiat). It seemed like a yard full of empty, deserted closed shops. I started to thinking to myself; have I done anything bad to my classmate, will she kick me here in the alley where no one can see…

But all of a sudden she opened one of the doors to the “closed shops” and inside it, it was full packed of people, sweet music found its way to my ears, golden beer was in abundance. I realized I was in black club heaven, only these clubs were legal and they where everywhere.

Just open a door that seems closed in Warsaw and you will find the best clubs you can ever imagine.

Written under the influence of Jens Lekman – Black cab

Like a Virgin...

Ok I just might start this whole thing by admitting that this is my first real blog. With this I will lose my blog virginity, quite a scary but hopefully a nice experience.I don’t really know what this blog should be about, but I’m a Swedish psychology student living in Warsaw so I guess I’ll start there.

I had never been to Warsaw or Poland for that matter before I decided to start studying there. Even though Poland and Sweden are both a part of Europe, even though it only takes 1,5 h to go from one country to the other, they are still worlds apart.
With my naïve Swedish eyes I have now observed Poland for more than 1 year, and I tell you, it is sometimes hard to understand:

Everyone here have a nickname. A nickname ordered in such a way so it is impossible to know what their real name is. Jakub = Kuba, Joanna = Asia, Aleksandra = Ola (and yes I laughed to in the beginning when lots of girls where called Ola in Poland, but there it’s not a male name as in Sweden)I can go on forever with these nicknames.

The number 3 [trzy] is impossible to pronounce and the polish clerks are irritatingly peculiar with pronunciation (they pretend not to understand you if you don’t say it right). Before moving to Poland, three beers was enough to feel ok, now my body have had to get used to four or five or six (easier to pronounce).

The former Prime minister was the twin brother of the President??? Its true, they are even called “the ducks”! The brothers biggest support group was the farmers and when reporters asked them about what made “the ducks” tip the scale for them they said it was because the twins wore their favorite color, they looked cute, they were short and they were both child stars….well what can I say.

To my positive surprise Poland seem to be a liberal country, at least when it comes to gay people. They just love their gay community, because everything is gay according to them.

- Have you seen those close, they look so gay

- Look at the pose, that is so gay

- You are so gay

- Ohh look at that picture he looks so gay

Well I guess this is where I start my first blog and end my first post.

Written under the influence of LCD-Soundsystem