…is really a sad, selfpity, poor me…who cares…why? I have been writing these pages and everything for years….but who cares? can be counted on my 5 fingers..amazing…when you think you have something worthwhile to say, write, share…it is really nothing!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So is it nothing? well obviosly not, because otherwise these words would not be here….so why do I consider them NOT NOTHING? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The ironic beginning is a little poooooor me, but really it is not! Why? Well I started writing this whole Blogg not to proclaim myself…promote myself or anything else. I just wanted a channel to unload what is on my mind instead of writing on facebook or other social media. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Well I have to admit that a little attention does not hurt to boost the selfesteem. Maybe people are reading but not commenting? I dont know! Anyway I like the anonymous way of life. As I wrote before..it is not for me but for my children I write this, because somehow after my passing away maybe they would like to know more about me and who I was. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I started to discover this about my parents while they were still alive and got to learn some stories about their life. I am so glad for this, because in some ways it helps me understand who I am. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I started this to help them in the future…when they get old…sit down and read this and maybe understand why they are the way they are. And expecially why I was the way I was.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
…is really a sad, selfpity, poor me…who cares…why? I have been writing these pages and everything for years….but who cares? can be counted on my 5 fingers..amazing…when you think you have something worthwhile to say, write, share…it is really nothing! So is it nothing? well obviosly not, because otherwise these words would not be here….so … Forts\u00e4tt l\u00e4sa Nobody cares…<\/span>