I haven’t written anything here for a while. When I do write something it’s meaningless posts. I’m not stopping to write but for a while I have decided to only use Instagram. I would be excited if you would join me there! My account is cecilia.helin.39. Take care!
Category: Crazy
Silly joke
I don’t know but is this what they call a “gated community”? It looks very safe…………
Here sometime
I want to say a big Thank you to all my new and old followers for reading my blog. For the moment I’m into Instagram big time. I love to write here but because my depression is hard at the moment and I find Instagram easier because you can write shorter post. I write lots there. I’m not saying I think writing blog posts are hard but now I get tired whatever I do and that’s why I’m just here sometimes.
On my Instagram I write about the same things I do here.
A thing that I posted on Instagram.
If you want to follow me on Instagram it’s cecilia.helin.39.
I’ll post this in every cathegory so it reaches all of you.
See you there or sometimes here.
Kiwi frenzy
I have told you about my obsessions with kiwi fruits. It’s because they don’t cost a lot. Even if I have many at home I can’t not buy new ones when I am at the grocery store. You get 10 kiwi’s for 3,5 euros which means they cost nothing. You never know when the price will go up. That’s why I am buying 10 every time I shop for groceries. I know it’s absurd. That made me think about what media’s approach to it would be.
“A woman was found with hundreds of kiwis in her home. Most of them were rotten but she said she couldn’t put them in the trash. ‘I have a bond to all my kiwis’ she said meaning that it would be like throwing out a family member. She also said she had named the kiwis and talked to them. When she was asked how it had gotten this crazy she said it wasn’t crazy. ‘They cost 3,5 for 10 kiwis. I have bought 10 kiwis two times a week for months.’ Do you eat any of them? She replied ‘How can I eat my family members? Michael or David? No I can’t.’
We looked around the woman’s apartment and found every room filled with kiwis. They had even formed gangs. Each room had one gang. They held to themselves apart from when a kiwi from another room entered their territory. Then they crushed it. We also found a room that was empty apart from a couple of kiwis aimlessly wandering around. They weren’t part of any gang and had to fend for themselves. In that room the lemons had had enough of all the kiwis. We saw a kiwi and a lemon fighting. The lemon shouted ‘leave this room alone. This room belongs to lemons’.
The social services had to take the woman away. She was naked covered in crushed kiwi fruits. She resisted crying ‘who is going to take care of my kiwis?’ The last thing we heard her say before she was placed in the social service’s car was ’10 for 3,5 euros’ over and over again.”
I am not there now but who knows what the future holds? Just kidding. I buy lots of kiwis however I eat them all.
Craigslist
I think Craigslist is an all american thing. You could use it everywhere but I don’t know any users or have heard it mentioned in Sweden. Here or anywhere outside of USA. I’ve read about it though and don’t get how anyone can even think about using it. I know the news only cover the disgusting things that happens there. Many good things probably goes on but the bad things are….bad.
The thing I would never use Craigslist for is housing. It seems like everyone is a murderer in that section. On the lighter side when it comes to bad things in the housing section, I read about a man that would rent out his home for free to groups of women that wanted somewhere to stay during holidays. “All” he wanted was to do “naughty” things with them. Disgusting. The women that he aimed for probably went on holiday to get away from husbands and boyfriends. No woman in their right mind would even consider answering that ad.
I also read about a man that wanted a female roommate. Her rent was to be a girlfriend whenever he wanted to. Girlfriend. Right. Disgusting.
Hairdresser
I made a drop in appointment in a hair salon a while ago. I often cut my hair myself but I wanted a professional hairdresser to do it that time. Before this haircut I had a professional hairdresser cut my hair too but she left my hair uneven and I didn’t know how to sort it out myself. For this haircut in question I went in to a salon I didn’t know anything about and asked if they could give me a hair cut then and there. They could and I sat down in the hair cut “chair”. I first only wanted them to give me a bang. I love having bangs because it makes the hair look better without you doing anything. When I talked to the hairdresser about the haircut I felt like cutting my while hair and asked if she had the time to do it. The hairdresser said she didn’t but a colleague of her could.
My hairdresser swept in like she thought she was the queen. She began strangling me with the hair cut “cape” they use to protect your clothes. I could hardly breath. I didn’t say anything about it because I was happy she could give me a haircut. I had barely got used to the cape when the hairdresser without warning began spraying my hair with something. Or should I say rather drowning my hair with something. I got it everywhere and my eyes felt like someone had put them on fire. I also got some gel in my hair. I said my scalp is sensitive and asked if she could be careful. The hairdresser said something like she wasn’t careful and she took out the round brush. Not the round brush! They use that for the thing I can’t take, the blow dry. I haven’t told you I had washed ny hair before this and the hairdresser had to dry my hair. She began hurting my head with the brush and blowdryer. I wanted to cry because it was that bad.
When she had damaged my scalp with the blowdryer she began damage it with the scissor(s?). I don’t know how but even the haircut was painful. She cut my hair for a long time and I knew I shouldn’t have set my foot in the salon. I have thick hair and if you cut big layers in it it doesn’t come out nice. She cut big layers in the hair. And she cut it uneven. And it wasn’t cheap. I payed for nothing. My hair has two hair styles now. One short one long.
This has got nothing to do with it. I couldn’t find a better hairdresser image.
Oldies
My mom has ordered things from a mailorder company. They focuses mostly on older people. Cause she’s ordered from this company they send her their catalogue all the time. I always laugh when I read the catalogue because it’s crazy.
This is the kind of clothes they sell. Clothes for mature women.
They sell clothes but they also have practical items. Look at the couple in the catalogue. They are walking outside in pyjamases! The text to that picture is that this company sell things to make you enjoy the things you always have enjoyed. “If you used to wear pyjamas all day we make it possible for you to keep doing it.” It doesn’t say that but that picture together with “we sell you convenient things” makes you think that.
The craziest thing is all the vibrators they sell. Lots! But that goes along perfectly with the pyjamas couple!


Dog blog
This is Kajsa. I am the dog mom writes about sometimes. My mom is feeling depressed now and she can`t do anything. I said I could write instead of her for once. Honestly I didn`t say that I secretly decided to do that. My mom says I bark a lot and I thought I would bark some in this blog.
I`m five years old. I`m almost older than my mom when I count my age in human years. My mom hopes every birthday will make me calmer but it doesn`t. I`m a crazy dog and we keep our crazy the whole life. We bark and run around. Terriers are crazy.
I can be calm sometimes.
I have begun to run away, I said I was crazy. When my mom leaves the front door open without looking I run. I run down to the apartment building`s frontdoor and if that`s open too, freedom! Usually it`s not open and that makes me feel freedom is near but far away! You know what I mean. I can smell the air outside but a door is in my way. My mom says I will give her a heartattack some day.
I love footballs. I could chase footballs, or soccer balls, all day. I don`t care about anything when I play with one. I can play with balls both big and small. I don`t get to play with little balls anymore because my mom says I won`t let go of them. I don`t care big balls makes me happy anyway.
This dog has things to do now. I have to leave you with these thoughts. Life is better when you`re crazy.
Norms
Every place has it’s unwritten rules and norms. These are rules you have to follow or it will be hysteria all around. These rules you sometimes don’t think about. Or you never think about them. In Sweden we have all these “polite” rules.
For example swedish people would never think of not standing politely in line in grocery stores and everywhere else. We stand there and would never “cut the line” no matter what. If someone would cross that rule and not wait in line many wouldn’t say anything because we’re too polite! We think things but we don’t say them.
There’s one thing that drives me crazy but because I’m swedish I don’t say anything. Sometimes one of the local grocery stores has “member days” where members get discounts on groceries. On these days every retired person with a walking chair invade the store. I like elderly people but these I can’t take. On member days they behave like they buy all groceries they’ll need for the rest of the year. Their walking chairs are packed with all items that are discounted. What drives me crazy is that there are walking chairs everywhere. They block every inch and you can’t get to the groceries. I want to say a lot but I wait forever instead until the walking chair has another grocery on it and disappears.
Dirty
I find most tv ads stupid. I don’t know anyone that watches them. Or you watch them but not because you want to. They interrupt the tv show you watch and you have to wait until they end to get to the show again. Or you get some coffee while they’re on. Either or.
I don’t know how the ad makers function. The ads are either boring or unrealistic. They probably have lots of research material to help with the ad process. They know how the public think and act and that makes them come up with “smart” ads.
The most stupid ads has to be the ones involving cleaning things. Cleaning is what most find boring. I don’t know anyone that dances to get to the cleaning supplies on cleaning day. The cleaning ads could make us feel that we want to clean an that their things make it easier to do. What I think when I watch their ads is that the cleaners need help in more ways than one. Often their homes are dirty beyond reasonable dirty. There is dirt everywhere old and new one. On the floor and ceiling. It must be because the ad makers want to show how their things clean everything. One other group of cleaners are those that let their dirty kids go crazy in their clean home. Parents with newly cleaned homes laugh when the kids storm in with dirt flying off them.
Those, especially those with the crazy dirty homes needs a therapist. You don’t need cleaning things you need advice on how not to loose your mind.
Kajsa's and Cecilia's world 