18 Dec 2016_1

I’m not going to keep you in suspense. I came here for some snow, and I got some!

The step trip gate incident go me talking to to Finish blokes from Tampere. There was a sensible lad and his friend – both late twenties. As it turns out, the sensible lad worked in government, and the Liverpool supporting – one who kept telling me how drunk he was had been in special forces during this national service. But he could not speak about it.

Me and the drunk bloke briefly bonded over the TV series “Peep Show”, and he repeated that Finland is a diamond. It’s hard to disagree with the feelings of a patriot, but there’s a feeling of something else under the surface.

I noticed the sensible friend tapping him on the leg in a kind of “not this again” kind of way. Looking back, it was a scouse “calm down, calm down” moment for the Liverpool fan.

From this longest conversation with Finish males, I also gathered that Finish men find finsh women unatainable. They have to look elsewhere, and are’t happy about this. And I may be reading too much in to this one iteraction. But on face value, the opposite sex from other countries frequently seem more attractive. The reasons for this are many and varied, and of course I’m not going to go in to it here, but this is fact (I may check that!). The main point of this is a feeling of resentment.

If you do get the resentment feeling, take the feedback and make the changes you need to make. This isn’t always easy, and quite often not possible. But listen you your feedback, it’s there for a reason.

There’s a saying that doing the same things over and over again, gets the same results. I don’t agree – doing the same things can result in worse results over time. And it is easy to back away from social norms because you need to be different. When people back way from “normal” society, they can go very wrong. They opt out from the competetive  lifestyle and look too strange.

The competetive battle is energy consuming, and it’s easier for me (erm them) just to have another drink! At least I have control of my waistline, not pierced, and don’t have tattoos on my face.

The self confessed drunk man told me I’d be a real catch here with my Englishness.

There’s hope yet!

(I do realise there was no metion of the snow. Perhaps in the next nonsense!)