Janteloven, or “the law of Jante” was first mentioned in a novel written by the Danish author Aksel Sandemose.

Don’t think you’re anything special or better than us

is the basic rule underlying all the ten rules in the law. The law was, not “invented” by Sandemose. Rather, he put the social norms that were common to live by in small places in Denmark and Norway (and still is) into words. The thing is, that if you come from a small place where everyone knows everyone, it is hard to develop independently, because you will always want to conform into the society that you live in. It feels “safe” to follow the rules, because people won’ talk about you behind your back.

In society in general there will always be a douche bag who thinks he knows who you are better than you do yourself. If you change in one way or another, the douche bag will say you are “pretending to be someone you’re not”. But nobody can decide who you are but yourself.

To reach ones fullest potential it's important to acknowledge your own success. This must not be mistaken with arrogance. Just because you are proud of who you are does not mean that you think you're better than others. I think that in order to achieve this, we should always keep an open mind, and feel joy and inspiration over other peoples success. We should be proud and happy of who we are and what we achieve!

I love it when people can admit to be good at something. And I like it when people can take a compliment with a smile instead of shaking it off. If I give you a compliment, and your reply is "no, that's not true. I look like a shit head today" for instance, that means that you are calling me a lier. and i'm not, because if you know me, you know I (usually) tell the truth.

So the new rule is:

You are special. Let others be special too.

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NOTHING

Nothing to write about

Is it because I have emptied all the content in my brain previously in this blog? (my last blog entry wasn’t even written by myself, I just copied and pasted something hC andersen wrote from the internet). well at least i drew that drawing myself if that helps

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The princess and the pea, by H. C. Andersen

Once upon a time there was a prince who wanted to find a princess, but she would have to be a real princess. So he traveled all around the world to find one, but there was always something wrong. There were princesses enough, but he could never be sure that they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not quite right. So he came home again and was sad, for he so much wanted to have a real princess.

One evening there was a terrible storm. It thundered and lightninged! The rain poured down! It was horrible! Then there was a knock at the city gate, and the old king went out to open it.

A princess was standing outside. But my goodness, how she looked from the rain and the weather! Water ran down from her hair and her clothes. It ran into the toes of her shoes and out at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real princess.

"Well, we shall soon find that out," thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bedroom, took off all the bedding and laid a pea on the bottom of the bed. Then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the pea, and then twenty featherbeds of eiderdown on top of the mattresses.

That was where the princess was to sleep for the night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.

"Oh, horribly!" she said. "I hardly closed my eyes all night. Goodness knows what there was in the bed! I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It is horrible!"

Now they could see that she was a real princess, because she had felt the pea right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty featherbeds. Nobody but a real princess could be that sensitive.

So the prince took her for his wife, because now he knew that he had a real princess. And the pea was put in the art gallery where it can still be seen, unless someone has taken it.

H. C. Andersen

Things that makes me cry

Things that makes me cry

• Nicolas Nickleby by Charles Dickens is such a heart-breaker.

• The way that animals such as minks and foxes are treated in the fur industry makes me angry. They live under poor conditions and are killed by getting beaten to death(!), drowned or electrocuted.

• I feel so sorry for the women who has to sell their bodies to loser-assholes who can't get laid the normal way. What annoys me the most about this, is when the loser-assholes actually believes that the women prostitute themselves by choice, and that they like it! I cant even try to imagine how horrible and degrading it must feel to pretend to like it, so that the asshole can finish off his business as quikly as possible, to make the suffering stop.

• Unfortunately, slavery is not a thing of the past. Human trafficking between eastern-european, asian and african countries and rich western countries is as common as snot in the first grade.

• War is wrong. Instead of solving a problem, war creates new ones.

• Oprah Winfrey show. (Don't tell anyone)

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things that make me laugh

I haven't written in a week now. The reason for that is because i haven't had anything to write about, and because i haven't been in blogging mood lately. I don't really have anything good to write about today either, so I'll just tell you about things that make me laugh.

• Amanda Buttcrack in a trolley: http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=18828895067&subj=597306351

• this picture---->

i didn't even make that face on purpose

• The time Cathrine Knutsen told a funny (in her opinion) story in a family dinner, and she laughed so much it almost killed her, but as she looked up, she discovered she was the only one laughing of the 15 people who were present. Everybody just looked at her as if she was a retard. -- I thought about that story every time i passed that BIG hanging birch outside my secondary school. ( which was every school day for three years, and if I laughed for one minute every time, i laughed 5days x 42 weeks x 3years = 10 hours of that story)

• that day (also in secondary) Susanne and Anette, the foxy, monozygotic twins had their bithday and my friend Cecilie asked me WHICH OF THE TWINS BIRTHDAY IT WAS. Ahahha

• My mom is not a particularly funny person, at least never on purpose. But today she wrote me an e mail telling me how sorry she was that she always made me and my sister dress up as witches in fancy dress parties and carnivals. (All the other girls were princesses and angels.) that makes me laugh. (although it didn't when I was seven)
  

• Anything that has to do with fart and poop. I am actually laughing right now just of writing the word.

• That time my anonymous friend's boyfriend woke up in the middle of the night by a dripping sound and found my friend peeing in a drawer. When he confronted her, she (still sleepwalking) hid behind the bed!

• Stuart in mad tv.

• just after my grandmothers coffin had been lowered down into a hole in the ground and everyone was standing around looking into the hole with sad thoughts in their heads, my dads cellphone rang. it was very hard to keep my face serious.
  

• The performance sledgers who sledge as they protest against the wrongs in the society. http://youtube.com/watch?v=tgqxfZPTRSw

this stupid bitch--------------------->

FLAFF

My friend Namra, aka Marman, (which almost sounds like Marmite, something weird that english people have on their bread) told me this wonderful word she had invented. The word has a heavenly, fluffy and cotton-candyish kind of ring to it.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present:

She hasn't decided on an actual meaing of the word, but here are my sugegstions:

1. It could be an adjective for comfy, sweet and fluffy, like for instance «Oh, Grandma, your hair is so flaffy» or «Gerda, your new fake-fur blanket is sooo flaffy» (because I would obviously not have purchased something made out of dead, animals who spent their miserable lives in a tiny little cage.).
2. Or it could be a nice geek. A geek who doesnt think that he/she is better or more important than everone else just because they get straight A's and knows all the lecturers personally.
   
3. It could also be a verb; to sink into a very soft sofa, watching a cartoon with no swearing words whilst eating Ben and Jerrys cookie dough ice cream. «sorry, cant talk right now, I'm busy flaffing»