When you’ve known someone for a long time, after a while we know most of the stories they tell. And in this, I actually mean that in a non-poetic, literal way: the stories tell they at dinner parties, or when mingling or simply when getting to know someone closer.

We all have them, a certain few stories that work well in different contexts.

I usually tell people about the inefficiency in Germany, about when I lived in the US, when we almost got lost in the Turkish countryside…

Some people tell the same stories a lot of times. My dad is one of them, and my mom usually rolls her eyes when he tells a story she’s heard 43 times already. i’m pretty sure I’m gonna be the same when I’m older. If I’m not already.
(Today’s my birthday. I’m 23 years old.)

My friend L and I had a conversation about our futures today. We both graduate this spring, and there’s the big question of what we’re going to do with our lives.

I’ll be honest: I have no idea. Literally. I could end up anywhere. (hopefully not at a tobacco company.)

And I found myself wishing, as I have done many times in my childhood, that I could just have a talent. You know, like music. Or dancing. Or writing. Or soccer. Just something that I was especially good at and that could be my big interest in life.

I always hated the question “what are your interests?” because really… I like loads of things, but…

I just don’t have that one shining passion. And the woe this has caused me!

I like loads of things. I like knowing stuff. I like learning. I like quiz shows just because they allow me to demonstrate my knowledge on a wide array of topics.

Even now, I study business and economics, not because it’s my one great area of interest, but…Well, because SSE is a good school and you can do lots of things with a degree from there.

Some of my more random areas of interest:
– Ballet
– Grammar
– Medication interactions and sideeffects
– Medical experiments during WWII
– Romance novels
– Ask Prudence and other question-answer coloumns
– Young adult literature
And these are just the “weird” ones, I have so many others.

Nowadays, I try to think of it as a blessing and just accept that I wanna learn pretty much everything. I just hope it’ll be to some good, someday, other than for quiz shows and Trivial Pursuit.

First of all, thanks to everybody who’ve read, retweeted or followed, and especially to the wonderful people (mostly my lovely friends) who’ve given me compliments for this blog, in person or on Facebook. It means so much to me and I hope you know it.

It’s my birthday next week, and I had some friends over for an early birthday tea today. I made apple cardamom and cinnamon cake and we talked and talked and laughed and I think most people enjoyed themselves.

Something I’ve always been fond of, and I get that from my parents, is to mix different groups of friends. Today, I had some people from high school here, some people from my new class at college and some people from my old college class. And while it may get awkward and grouped sometimes, it’s always fun (for me, I like to play God ;)) to see people bond with new people. My parents have always had parties like that, where different people get together, and it’s always been really appreciated.

Meeting across generations is also amazing. A few weeks ago, I was at a dinner with some friends, a dad and his collegegues and several other people, some my age, some in their 60s, all with different backgrounds and professions, and we had SUCH interesting conversations. I learned about Egyptology (apparently there’s a great school in Copenhagen for that), weight-lifting (how to breath and use the muscles between the ribs) and the origins of the Swedish word “rotvälska”. I loved to hear their stories, and maybe I’m vain, but I think they enjoyed it too

It really should be easier to meet across generations and groups.

As I come closer to the end of my studies and the start of my career, I have plently of opportunities to consider who I want to be.

What do I want from my future job?

Well, I can’t say that I know that right now, in fact I’m pretty sure I’d like pretty much any job, since I’m pretty flexible. But I’ve seen some things already:

It’s important to show yourself off, from your best side.

Never show any weakness.

Take every opportunity to get ahead and sell yourself.

And I’ve realized that while I want a great career, I want to be able to look back and say I’ve acted honorably all my life. That I’ve been kind. That I’ve helped people. If that means I won’t earn that extra promotion, well, I’ll just be happy with less money.

I know some people will say that you should put yourself first, because others will do the same, but alright then.

Basically, just because you’re ambitious, does that have to mean you don’t care about people?