My core strengths.

A while back, I wrote about

my core values

using Hannah Braime’s book The Year of You as an inspiration. Today, I thought I’d publicly tackle the very next prompt from the same book, which is very similar and asks about “What are your core strengths? (…)”.

The author suggests using the

Via Strengths Survey

for those who are not familiar with the concept.

I did this prompt in my diary before, and was not familiar with the strengths thing, so I did the test, and if you haven’t so far and would like to know about your strengths and share them in the comments – give it a go. ๐Ÿ™‚ – Unlike many other personality tests, it seems to be quite reasonable or at least my results make a lot of sense to me. So here’s what Via Character thinks to be my core/signature strengths and what I think about it, join in and let me know about yours and how you feel about them. ๐Ÿ™‚

ย ย ย ย ย  Perspective.

Perspective is definitely something important for me. I like to look at things from different perspectives and angles, think out of the box, put myself in others’ shoes. Via Characters says that if your core strength is perspective, it means that people come to you for counsel and advice. Well yeah, a lot of people do and I sometimes wonder why because I’m not that very experienced in life at all. It especially makes me laugh how a lot of people, including my own mother, come to me to rant or ask for advice when they have problems in their relationships with their significant others. It’s funny because I’ve always been single and people ask me sometimes as if I was some couple therapist or something. It’s funny and sometimes I find it challenging because if a person has come to me with this they expect some sort of help and I’m always worried that I won’t be able to do that so I try my best to empathise with them and imagine myself in the same situation even if it’s very abstractive because I never experienced anything like it. But if people ask me so often, I figure I must be good at it, after all. No idea if that’s true though. ๐Ÿ˜€ I like to imagine how it must be to be other people, which helps me to be more empathetic. I think I am more empathetic because of my imagination than because of actual ability to feel the same things as others do. I like my often broad way of thinking. But I must say it was a surprise for me that perspective is my #1 strength.

ย ย  Kindness.

This was another sort of surprise for me, because, yeah, I do try to be kind and helpful to people, but I somehow wouldn’t think of it to be as strong a trait in me to be considered a core strength. On the other hand a lot of people tell me that I’m kind, and my Mum is always extremely kind to people and goes out of her way to help them so I may have it after her to an extend. I often find it difficult though to be as kind to people as I’d like to be and express my kindness fully, because of my struggles with human interactions and expressing emotions, so to some people I come across as icy and not particularly kind.

ย ย  Humour.

This is a trait I feel really grateful to have. It is one of my most helpful and most used coping skills. I think if I didn’t have a sense of humour and a distance to things my life would be much more difficult. As it is, things can still be difficult, but I can find funny/absurd things to it anyway and I don’t have to put an effort into finding them which would be difficult when you’re depressed, I just notice them anyway. I believe it must be so much worse to have depression in particular when you have no sense of humour to help you out, not even the most cynical and dark one. Actually after some thinking I realised that what I just wrote sounded like cynical or dark humour is worse than any other but in fact I think it’s far more superior and practical in life. ๐Ÿ˜€

ย ย  Creativity.

I’m no artsy type, or as Sofi hilariously calls it “plast plast” (as in plasticine, there was a TV programme years ago called “Plastelinek I Przyjaciele” (Plastelinek And Friends), where Plastelinek was a sort of creature made of plasticine and he encouraged kids to do art and visited schools and when he was excited about something he exclaimed “Plast plast!) Sofi is very plast plast, but I never was and never even particularly wanted to be. I used to do some music but was very mediocre at it, perhaps except for singing judging from people’s reactions but I didn’t particularly enjoy in the long-term any of the ways of making music that I tried, and decided that I feel much better as a listener and observer of it rather than a performer. I’ve done some creative writing but have always felt very self-conscious about it and don’t think it’s particularly good, and now I do much less of it. Yet I still consider myself very creative because of how I think. I have lots of ideas, I am a synaesthete and I love to play around with words. I have weird associations with things, even beyond the synaesthesia, which enable me to see things differently than most people may. I have (or at least used to have, as I’m still in a very painful limbo) fazas, which have always been a huge boost for my creativity. And I’m very imaginative. I think it’s enough to have the right to call oneself creative.

ย ย  Judgment.

I consider myself a good judge of character indeed. Other people seem to agree with that a lot too. I think it’s a very useful trait to have. I like to observe people and think what they might be like. I also have the whole name and personality theory that you know about if you’re a regular reader, and if you don’t, better don’t get me started as I can’t go on about this for ages. ๐Ÿ˜€ I used to trust in this ability of mine a bit too much though, usually without even realising it, and instead of thinking that the person might be as I think they should be given my observations/any other evidence for that that I may have, I readily assumed that they must be how I imagined them to be. A lot of the time, I was right, but I had to have a few strong reality checks before I realised what I was actually doing and that I didn’t have to always be right because people can seriously be so complicated. I still love to figure out people’s characters and play around with the name characterisations but it’s not like I start out with the assumption that it has to be how I think, it’s more like a help for me with what I can possibly expect from a person but I don’t form my opinion about people based on what I imagine they must be like. It’s also a good coping skill for me which is why I used it to such an extend. I like to know what someone may be like, their reactions to things etc. in advance, it feels safer. This judgment thing also prevent me from disliking people. A lot of people who are socially anxious or struggling with similar things say they don’t like people and I can very well understand it. But while mingling with people is an awful chore for me, I love to analyse their behaviours, observe people, they can be so very fascinating! So I just can’t say I don’t like or hate people! I am also very careful when making any more important decisions, and careful with everything really, and have to consider everything when making a decision. Like yesterday, I was facing a potentially at least somewhat life-changing decision and I’m still digging deep into it, learning about all pros and cons and still haven’t made the final, actual decision.

In conclusion, overall I think this was pretty accurate, and I feel very grateful for these strengths I have and that I can make use of them.

Now you tell me about yours. ๐Ÿ™‚

 

 

22 Swedish farts

๐Ÿคฃ ๐Ÿคฃ ๐Ÿคฃ Well oh gosh, what a fart-obsessed country. As a non native English speaker I sometimes wondered a little what Anglophones in Sweden must think of all those farts and sluts and others being so prevalent everywhere and about Swedes being so uninhibited and open about their farting habits, but never analysed it so closely. It’s ridiculous hahahaha. ๐Ÿ˜€

Watching the Swedes

outfart or infart dr heckle funny wtf signs

One of the fun things about learning a foreign language are the words that are rude, or funny in your own language.

Swedish has a few of them: slut, krรคpp, plopp, kock, spurt

But the funniest one is probably the most purile; it is the ever prevailing โ€˜fartโ€™, especially when you see it on street signs. This is the word that has most visitors to Sweden holding their sides with laughter.

Even after all these years, I can still have a little giggle when I think about the word โ€˜fartโ€™ and its various usages in Swedish. In Swedish, โ€˜fartโ€™ can mean a lot of things such as speed, drive, route, pace, spirit, vivacity, rate. But it is when it is put together with another word that it becomes amusing. Childish, I knowโ€ฆbut here we goโ€ฆ

  1. utfart โ€“ โ€˜out fartโ€™ โ€“ exit from a building
  2. uppfart โ€“ โ€˜up fartโ€™ โ€“ driveway

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And where is zofijka?

Hhrrru?

It’s Misha. I wonder, where is Zofijka? I haven’t seen her in a while. She haven’t been home at all this week too. They say she’s on a trip. I must admit, I miss her a little. It’s sometimes boring without her. But I get lots of yummy food, and everyone is pampering me. I can do just what I want, I don’t have to do what Zofijka tells me. It’s very nice. Oh well, last night I couldn’t do what I wanted, but then it was OK. I lied down to sleep at my favourite sofa in the living room, and at night I heard someone calling me. It was Mila. She found me, and wanted me to go with her to her room so that we could sleep together. It was real late, I guess she couldn’t sleep without me or something. Like I don’t care about the time but it could be around 3 AM I guess because we have a big clock in the living room and it was chiming three times. I was pissed off. I just slept so well, had such a nice dream. And people say I am selfish. They’re selfish. Selfish like shelfish. I am not selfish. If I was selfish, I wouldn’t go with her. But I did… um, OK, I did, because she had my favourite snacks. I couldn’t resist. But then it was OK, because we lied in bed together and it was very nice and we snuggled. We both felt asleep quickly and Mila said in the morning that I am the best sleeping pill in the world. she always says so when I sleep with her. I know it, I have a sleeping mousse in my bones and when someone lies beside me, they doze off immediately. and this mousse is addictive, so after some short time you can’t fall asleep without me. Mila says she will have a present for me. I wanted to know what it will be, but she only said that it’s a toy. I’m so curious. I’m always curious. About so many things. And I’m curious when will Zofijka come back.

Mishpurrs.

Misha

My peeps are back.

Hhrrru?

It’s Misha. My human parents were out on the trip for a few days. And Zofijka went to grandparents’. I of course stayed home with Mila and Olek, my peeps never take me anywhere with them. I slept most of those three days. But I also had lots of fun with Mila. We played with beans. We snuggled for hours, we started to like each other even more. And I had so many yummy snacks. Mila said that even I deserve to have holidays and so should get more yummy food. I was really happy. Zofijka popped in for a while yesterday and I was a bit frightened she came back, I don’t like to be with Zofijka when Mum isn’t around, but she just stroked me and said I am a very lovely baby.

I like to be alone when I can choose it and when I can always come back to others when I want but I don’t like being lonely, so I was sticking to Mila all the time and she kept saying it’s so much not like me. It is, but I reeally don’t like being forced to be lonely. And I am just nosy so wanted to see all what she was doing. Mila said I was behaving very well.

And a few hours ago I heard them coming back. We both actually thought it’s Olek but it turned out they came back. We were very surprised.

Everyone wanted to hug me, and they were so nice to me. I hoped they’ll have something for me, maybe a toy or a treat or something, but they didn’t have anything. But Mum went to the kitchen and gave me my favourite sauce. I love it so so so much. I am not sleepy at all, I slept all day through and now I want to play, but Zofijka seems tired and hungry and eats and eats all the time and is kinda grumpy.

I liked it when we were alone but now it’s really cool when we are all together.

I wouldn’t like to be a vegetarian, but veggies are interesting.

Hhrrru?

Yes it’s me Misha, I know you all know it already. For those who don’t, you most probably haven’t meet me before. I am Misha an dI am 2 years old and I am Mila’s Russian cat who likes to hang out with peeps and animals, but am also afraid of them. And I don’t know many animals, only a few dogs and aquarium fish, and spiders and flies. I like to play, particularly with natural toys, not the ones you can get at a cat shop. You’d better either make me a toy yourself or give me something simple and natural to play with like a feather or a leaf and I’ll be far more happy, and for longer. I am a minimalist, when it comes to play, and most other things, but I still like to have it comfy around me, and I’m very picky as for food. Because I am an aristocat obviously.

SO that’s a little about me for those of you who didn’t know me before or didn’t know me from the beginnings of Mila’s blog.

I wanted to tell you I am starting to explore the potential of vegetables. I really like them. I’ve been only familiar with flowers or other plants before, I like to smell them, and I loved to bite them, but now people don’t let me bite them because one day I had eaten a lot of some decorative grass that was very sharp, and then I was very sick. I’m sure I wouldn’t get sick again, I wouldn’t even eat that much, and we don’t have that grass any longer, but the peeps are constantly watching me when I’m around any plants. Zofijka says it hurts them when I bite them, I wonder if that’s true, how do you think? After all peeps and other animals do eat plants, so even if they hurt, it looks like it has to be so. Unless they kill their plants before they eat them so they don’t feel the pain.

A few days ago though, Mum was in the garden picking some peep food and she come out with some very funny stuff in the basket. I came closer to it and pulled one of those things from the basket. It looked so cool, so nice to play with, just perfect for me. As long and thin as me. Mum came in to the kitchen. “Oh, our little Misha likes beans. Maybe we’d make some bean soup for you, sweetie?”. No, I don’t want bean soup, I want to play with it. I pulled another bean from the basket. And I played with them both. And then Mila played with me as well, and that was so nice. I engaged in the play so much that I clicked loudly and hhrrrued as I always do when something absorbs me completely, and even bit them, and after some time they were bitten all over, but they weren’t yummy. Then Mila packed me up into the veg basket which was empty now gave me my beans and brought me to her room. I played in that small basket on her bed. I knocked it over so that only my head was in it and the basket turned upside down and covered me. And I much preferred playing under it with my little beans. Mila said I looked like a happy baby. But I’m not a baby, am I? I’m 2 years old, I am an adult man. But they always treat me like a baby. But sometimes it’s good. And I still like playing with beans even though I’m 2 already. We Russian blues are always very playful. My beans were with me even at night and I played with them, and when someone held them I was following them everywhere, because I love beans, but then I played with them in the kitchen and throwed them around everywhere and I lost them. And there are no more beans, because Mum baked them. I’m mad at her. I want my beans back! But my toys often get lost and no one bothers finding them for me.

Besides beans, I had also tasted another yucky thing recently, that looked interesting. Last week Mila has bought some peep snacks and treats from other countries for herself and other peeps. They came in a big, rustling cartonboard, which I loved. They opened it and before they even unpacked it I went inside and lied on the packets. Mila said that this thing on top seems most yummy. They are so doting on me, particularly Mila, that they were afraid to get me out of there, because I lied so comfortably. Finally though I went out and they unpacked everything. But the cartonboard is still here and I like to lie or play in it, there are also some packets in it that wait for Zofijka and I like to play with them and kneat and flop them down with my paws. Zofijka will have everything crumbled when she comes back home. Anyway, Mila has bought herself some potato chips from America, apparently just because they’re spicy and because they have Jack in their name, and she’s bought them for Dad too because he is Jacek. For me that’s very odd but anyway. They sounded very nice when she opened them. And it interested me a lot. SO I came closer to her. I hoped it’s some snacks for me, btw isn’t it cruel she hasn’t bought anything for me? But it wasn’t for me but for the peeps. But she gave me one chip. It smelled weird, but interesting. I came even closer and smelled the chip carefully. I touched it with my paw, and licked for a while. And then I bit it. I didn’t eat it, but I bit it and I felt its taste. It was yuck and so hot. I went downstairs straight away annd gulped down all the water from my Mishbowl.

Today Mila said I should get a prize. Because I am learning to sleep in bed the whole night. I’ve slept two nights in a row on Mila’s bed, but not in my basket. Yesterday I slept on her pillow, and last night I slept on her feet, wrapped up in blanket. I like sleeping in bed more now. and Mila said I should be prescribed as a medicine for people who have cold feet. I wouldn’t like it though. I think usually peeps have very smelly feet and even if your peeps have too, it’s easier to stand a familiar yucky smell than smell some stranger’s feet hehe. We both slept very well.

And I got my prize. She got me very jelly-like snacks. I like anything thick and jellied, as you know. And I was soooo happy. ๐Ÿ™‚

Plu – Fyddai’m Yn Ddiarth (I Won’t Be Strange).

Hi. ๐Ÿ™‚

Today I have a special song for you, and let me elaborate a bit more on my impressions related to it. Well it won’t be an elaborate, but a bit longer post than usual song of the day posts. ๐Ÿ™‚

I like how it oftentimes happens that blogging, or more exactly, preparing to write a post, makes me actually think a bit more in depth.

I realised that I haven’t posted anything by my current music crush Gwilym Bowen Rhys in the song of the day series, neither by himself or one of the bands he has collaborated with, which is a terrible neglect given how important all my music crushes are to me, so that, as I often said it before, the word crush in reference to them feels a bit ridiculous but I suppose there’s nothing more adequate in English.

Anyway, I thought I’d share with you a song by the band Plu – which consists of the siblings Elan, Marged and Gwilym, and which I introduced to you before. I absolutely love their often very otherworldly sounds. Elan is the main vocalist in Plu but there are a few songs that Gwilym sings and this is one of them. I love both Elan and Marged’s voices but obviously since Gwilym is my crush I particularly love the songs he sings solo, and I love how he’s great on the instrumental side as well, with all the string instruments he plays in Plu, it’s brainmelting. ๐Ÿ˜€

But then, I started to wonder. What does actually the title of this song mean? You know, usually, when someone is your music crush, you want, and should, know everything possible about their music, their lyrics etc. and that’s just the minimum. But, things look slightly more complicated if your music crush sings in Cymraeg (Welsh), which is such an uncommon language that people rarely are aware it exists, not to mention music in this language, and you’re just a bit more than a beginner in this language. It’s certainly not a norm or even common things for Welsh language songs’ lyrics to be in the Internets, not to mention their English translations. And it’s not always that easy to figure out the lyrics without having them written down, particularly if you’re just a little bit more than a beginner, in any language, right?

I sometimes am able to figure out the lyrics or some big part of it, but that’s not a usual thing. So, if I have completely no idea, I usually just enjoy the music itself, and the sound of the language, and sometimes it enlightens me after the months of listening to a particular song as for what it is about. And I never particularly wondered what this one is about. Or rather, yes, I did, but it wasn’t something incredibly important for me.

And so now I had a dilemma and realised I can’t even figure out the title of this song. I felt my linguistic self-esteem dropping. Well actually there was just one word, I didn’t understand, but it seemed very significant. I knew what fyddai’m yn (I won’t) means, but what puzzled me was what the check does ddiarth (or actually diarth) means.

It took me a while to find out, its meaning and everything seemed to point that diarth means – yes, it means strange. Hmm, and that made me wonder even more. Does that mean “I Won’t Be Strange” then? That sounds, well, strange! And very enigmatic for a song title, doesn’t it?

So I started to wonder, what it can be about. What’s so bad about being strange? I actually like it (mostly), if I wouldn’t, it’s doubtful I would learn Welsh language or listen to Welsh music, not to mention all of my other quirks, be them linguistic or not. ๐Ÿ˜€ I always thought this song is more or less about love, so I started to make up with more or less crazy ideas how being strange can disturb one’s relationships with his loved ones, and how to change it. ๐Ÿ˜€ I was so intrigued what the meaning behind the title could be, that I listened to the song for a few times, focusing solely on the language and finding as many familiar words as possible. I’ve found quite a few of them, but not many really consistent phrases so it was still hard for me to figure out all the other words which meanings I didn’t know and fill in the gaps I had. However it was funny to come up with various ideas as for what it could be about, and why it is bad to be strange.

I don’t know, maybe in the case of this song the word diarth has some different, more sophisticated meaning, anyway, it all got me very fascinated. And also, I think the word diarth sounds fabulous. And soo strange, in a way. I love it for some reason.

As for the song itself as I said it’s one of my most favourites by Plu, but it’s also one of my most favourites of all the songs I know sung by Gwilym.

I hope you’ll enjoy it as well. ๐Ÿ™‚ It’s a pity though it’s on Spotify and not somewhere else that would be fully accessible for more people to listen fully, but that’s life.

Does anyone else love suitcases?

Hhrrru?

It’s Misha. I’m a little sad today. Zofijka’s going on a camp for an entire week. Yes, I know, I know, I’ve said many times that I am afraid of Zofijka, and I am, a bit, but I still like her, there’s no one else who plays with me as much as she does, and I would sleep all the time and fall into coma if not her. I feel it is going to be an awfully boring week. I hope the other peeps won’t go anywhere. They’re talking about Sweden, I hope they won’t go there. I like to be alone, but not lonely. And if your completely cut off from all the other beings that are alive in the world, besides all the yucky bacteria that I apparently have inside of me, as Zofijka says, so if you’re cut off from everyone and stuck in the house for a week you feel lonely and it isn’t funny anymore. Well, there will be Olek, but he’s mostly at work or goes out with his friends so I won’t see him a lot. I am afraid he will forget to feed me if they go away. But maybe I shouldn’t worry yet…

What I actually wanted to tell you is that in some way I like when someone is going somewhere for a longer time. I like to assist them with packing. Zofijka has such a large suitcase! I love it. Sleeping in all the possible suitcases is one of the most attractive holiday activities for me! Zofijka’s suitcase is particularly cosy. She wanted me to go out and lie beside it if I like it so much but I didn’t, I just stayed there so she had it a bit difficult to pack, with such an extra luggage, so she had to put all her things over me. But I didn’t care. It was a bit too tight, but still very warm and cosy, and I tink I always look very appealing in a good suitcase, no matter how much other stuff are there besides hehehehe. Everyone was amazed when they were coming to Zofijka’s room.

Unfortunately now Zofijka is packed and the suitcase is closed, and I can only lay on it, which isn’t as interesting. And I wish I could do something so she wouldn’t go tomorrow. Who will play with me? I think I’ll spend the rest of the day with Zofijka.

Mishpurrs.

Misha Pisha

It’s Misha Pisha.

Hhrrru?

How are you guys doing? I just wanted to pop in for a while, I will write something longer tomorrow. I wanted to tell you I have a beautiful day today. It’s raining and it looks like we’ll be having a massive gale in a while, but I don’t care, I’m tucked up in my favourite blanket and I’m lying on Mila’s bed and purring. I only purr when I’m very very happy and secure. I like to lie on this blanket and snuggle into it, it’s so soft and warm and it smells like me already. Mila says I look like a little baby now and that I am very beautiful. I surprised her again, she didn’t know I’m here. She came in to her room and sat on the bed and then she saw me beside her and was very happy. And we lied for a while and I purred. And Zofijka came in for a while too. Both Zofijka and Mila have lots of nicknames for me. And today Zofijka calls me Misha Pisha all the time. And I like it. I like being Misha Pisha. Not like it means anything, it’s just my nickname. Sometimes Mila calls me Cisza, cisza means silence in Polish and they say it fits me very well because I am so so quiet. How do you like my new nickname Misha Pisha? And what’s going on for you guys?

Pishpurrs

Misha Pisha

They let me out.

Hhrrru?

It’s your boring Misha again. How you’re guys doing? Did something interesting happen to you?

I had a big adventure last weekend. Mum let me go with her on the terrace, but she said she’ll let me stay only if I’d be calm and peaceful. I tried to be, or at least pretended to be. Mum sat in the armchair and chatted to me for a while but then did her own thing. She sunbathed and phoned someone and they talked really reeeeeally long. And I realised she doesn’t care about me at all. So I stopped caring about being calm and peaceful, how could I be if there was such a gorgeous opportunity for me. I was sitting under Mum’s armchair but I sneaked out on to the roof and then on the grass. I was free! Free again! I walked majestically around, looking at the world around me like a king, I couldn’t believe my luck. Now I could explore the world! My dream has come true! I was quite surprised that no one is running after me, but they weren’t. Mum didn’t see anything. I managed to have a bit of a walk around the backyard until they realised. I heard Zofijka screaming “Look, he’s there! There! Neear the river!”, she sounded terrified. And then, Zofijka and Dad started to chase me. Zofijka yelled Miiiiiiishaaaaa!!! Miiiiishaaaa! But I wouldn’t stop. I ran very fast. Finally Dad stopped me. And he was cross with me, you know? Everyone was. Stupid sun, and my fur, if my fur wasn’t so shiny, Zofijka wouldn’t notice me. I was very sad that my adventure finished so quickly. Did they really think I wouldn’t ever come back? I just wanted to explore the world, and I would come back when I’d finish. But Mum started to lecture me like a baby that someone could steal me, or other animals could scratch me or even eat me. But I like other animals. If they saw I like them, they would like me to, wouldn’t they? I want to meet other animals and play with them. But sadly, Mum decided that from now on, she won’t even let me go on the terrace, because it only makes me more nerevous and more wanting to go out than when I’m at home. That’s so sad.

But it wasn’t the end of my adventures. Two days later, I woke up veery early and was hungry but I’ve already had eaten everything I had in my bowl in the evening and everyone was asleep so no one could feed me. So I went upstairs to Mila and meowed at her to let me in and give me some snacks. So she did, and then we both went back to bed and cuddled. And she stroked my head and massaged my ears as I like it and then she saw I have something on my ear. She was looking at it but she couldn’t figure out what it is. And then she showed it to Mum. And Mum screamed: “Oh! Misha’s got a tick!”. And then, the fuss started. Everyone was looking at me and touching my ear and asking how it happened, and Mum said there’s no other way than that I got him at my little Sunday walk. They were terrified. Honestly? I was too. Because after they brought me home after my walk Zofijka lectured me about the ticks and that they suck all the blood out of you and then you’re weaker and weaker and you suddenly die! That was so scary. I was veery scared. And what now? Am I gonna die? I was very, very, very afraid of death. I didn’t want to die. I could even swear that I won’t ever go out again if I could stay alive. I wanted to live. I love my life. And what will my lovely peeps do without me? and, what’s even more concerning, what will I do without them?

They finally left me and I was walking arund in confusion, waiting for when I’ll get weak. I could feel it getting down my veins in search of blood… or maybe I just had chills of fear… whatever it was, it was scary. Peoples rushed around and I don’t even know how and when, but finally I ended up in my basket, the one that always stands on Mila’s bed, which is also my transporter, and someone put the cover on it so that I couldn’t get out. I closed my eyes. Are they going to bury me when I’m still alive? Or maybe they will throw me away in this basket and live me alone because they are afraid of ticks? Oh, I really regretted my Sunday escapade, I regretted it so so much. If I had another chance, I wouldn’t escape again. They placed me on the floor and I looked at them as I could from my basket and they looked like they’re going out somewhere. Maybe they put me into this basket because they want to be sure I won’t escape now. Stupid peeps! Do they think I would do this again to get another tick. I felt sick and didn’t know if it is of fear, or because I was dying. Mum asked Mila and Zofijka if they want to go with her and Misha. “Where are they taking me?” – I thought anxiously. Zofijka said “Yess yess!” and Mila said she would stay home because she is sure I’ll have enough moral support from them both and she is too doting for me and always feels upset when I hurt. Is someone going to hurt me? I was seriously scared, more and more. Is my death going to be painful? Was I really such a bad kitty? I sighed, there wasn’t much I could do now, and lied down in my little, comfy bed, closing my eyes. Then someone picked me up and carried somewhere for a long long time, opening and closing different doors, and finally they placed me somewhere where it was very noisy. I startled and someone stroked me. I opened my eyes. It was Zofijka. And I was in the car.

As much as I like going out, even on the leash, if I can go out where I want, I hate being in the car. It’s so noisy and boring and everything is rocking. But I was too confused to even meow, I meowed only once during that neverending ride.

They carried me out, and into some room. And there were other animals. But I wasn’t happy to see them. I was rather stressed. I didn’t know where I am and what’s going to happen and what they’re doing here. I’m used to myself being the only animal in the house, other animals are outside – on the backyard or in the forest, so I was shocked seeing them all in one room, and they seemed upset too. And they were held by people too. Zofijka stroked me and reassured me.

And then I felt a massive relief. Mum was talking to someone and told them she wanted the vet to see me and remove the tick… Aaaah! So I just went to the doctor. So maybe I’m not gonna die? Maybe they’ll save me.

The doctor saw me soon and he called me Mishka and was very nice. I was afraid it would hurt when he’d remove the tick, but I was a big, brave boy and I didn’t meow and it didn’t hurt almost at all.

Zofijka patted me on my head slightly and whispered to me “You see? It’s over. You’re alive! But don’t try escaping again. That tick wasn’t clever and fast enough, but next time you might not be so lucky”. I was so happy it was over.

Mum asked the doctor to weigh me and examine me, and he prescribed me some pills for worms. I wanted to ask Zofijka about worms, whether they also can suck the blood of you, but thought I’d rather not do it, what if they do too? It’s better when you don’t know some things. And now as I took those pills, hopefully I’m not going to have worms, if I’ve ever had any.

I will also have blood test in two weeks. I’ve never had one before. But I’m not scared. What I’m pissed off about is that I won’t be allowed to eat the evening before and then in the morning. They want to starve me to death!

When we got out of there, Mum bought me EIGHT CANS of my favourite tomato sauce. I’m lucky with my peeps.

Later that day, I told myself I’m not gonna EVER escape again.

Do you think I’ll succeed?

And what adventures have you had lately?

Mishpurrs

Misa

Boo. :( What a pity.

I’ve just felt a little disappointed. Well it’s nothing big, actually I started to laugh at myself afterwards, but thought I’d share with you how much of a freaky Jackophile I am.
Just got through a stately pile of comments arising in my spam folder since quite a while already. By the way sometimes such comments can be really intriguing. Some look like excerpts from some weird books, some are in French or Portuguese or other Romance languages, well maybe I should feel honoured that someone thinks I’m so well-read I can even speak Portuguese. ๐Ÿ˜€ I’ve also come across some laudatory hymns in honour of my blog completely unrelating to my content, bestudded with horrific amounts of bizarre looking links. And there is that current epidemic of “what” comments which hadn’t omitted my blog either.
Anyway, clearing up all that shit, I stumbled upon one comment… or actually, commenter, commenter’s name, that made my brain turn upside down and short circuit. Jacek? Jacek? How’s that possible. Looks like I really attract all the Jac- people and vice versa. Wow, how lovely. Not only that he’s Jacek, but also if he’s Jacek, he is for 99,9% Polish, or at least of Polish descent, there haven’t been any Polish people to my blog so far apart from my Mum who hasn’t a clue what it’s on about and only looks around when I ask her whether everything looks decent. He commented on the post I’ve written on ENya’s birthday. Oh wow, does he like Enya? That’s way too good. How could it land in the spam? It’s like throwing diamonds to the cesspool! And his website seems quite neat, and in Polish. It was called music calendar. Oh, so so thrilled and curious what he wrote to me. I scrolled down to see his very ambitious, elaborate and relevant comment just to see the only thing he has to say was… “What”
I just felt so pissed off. Well that is completely meaningless, but… Jacek… ๐Ÿ˜ฅ I feel like someone is making fun of me and my Jackophilia. ๐Ÿ˜€

Misha: sleepy week.

Hhrrru?

Misha here. How’s your week going, peoples and animals? Mine is very sleepy. Not much more has been going for me lately. I’ve got some yummy food, lots of tomato sauce. I luuuuuvvvvvvvv tomato sauce. Mum says I’m Italian, not Russian, because she thinks Italian peoples like t eat a lot of tomatoes, spaghetti and stuff. I don’t know how it really is, but if she’s right, I’d love to live in Italy. Tomato sauce is my favourite sauce, but I generally like everything saucy and thick. When I get meat in any kind of sauce and am not very hungry, I’ll usually eat the sauce and leave the meat hehehe. Dad is like me, and Olek too, but the girls say it’s weird and my culinary taste is disgusting. But I know it isn’t and that’s enough for me. Do you like thick sauces like me?

anyone else hates bread as much as me? I hate hate hate hate bread. I can’t understand why people eat so much of it. When I talked to Zofijka and Mila one day, they asked me what food I don’t like the most. And I said that I hate sandwiches with bread. And they were laughing because you only can have sandwiches with bread, even if it is a bread roll or something it’s still a bread after all. But I really really hate bread.

And yes I can talk to Mila and Zofijka. Well it’s just for fun, but I can. We play that I can connect to someone’s brain and if that person is connected to me too, I can talk through her, so either Mila or Zofijka. Usually it is Mila, because Zofijka never knows what I could talk about and doesn’t have many ideas hahahaha. We three talk a lot together particularly at the evenings and enjoy it.

But this week Mum has made up a new nickname for me. Remember I have tons of nicknames? They are good and bad and this time is rather bad but funny. Mum called me Sandwich Thief. Because I really had stolen the sandwich.

Olek made some for himself for work and then he left them in the kitchen and then a lot of stuff was happening and finally he forgot to take them. But I remembered about them. They smelled sooooo yummy. There was a lot of baked ham and yummy cheese, how could anyone forget such a yummy thing? So I just awaited the opportunity.

And it came. Everyone went out, only Mila was at home but she was sleeping. I sneaked into the kitchen, jumped on the countertop, grabbed the whole wrapping paper with sandwiches and very slowly and clumsily walked down and then dragged it out of the kitchen. I dragged it through the floor on the whole way to Mum’s room. It was hard and very very difficult, but it wasn’t my first time, I managed finally. I took it to Mum’s dressing room, where there is very quiet and cosily, a perfect atmosphere for a morning meal.

Now there was another effort ahead of me. I had to unwrap all that. I wasn’t new to it either. But I managed to unwrap only one sandwich. It was always something. I bit into it with delight. Well no, not into the bread. I left it of course. Yuck! I just ate ham and cheese. Mmmmmm yummmy! Looks like food tastes better when it’s stolen. But there was something else and I didn’t eat it. It was yuck ad smelled icky and I didn’t even lick it. Grrrrr! How can people eat such smelly things?

Of course they found out what I did and were mad, but I didn’t care. After all I still left all the other sandwiches for them, so what’s up? And I heard that smelly thing was onion, and when they realised that their being pissed off doesn’t impress me, they started to laugh that Misha is so very picky and doesn’t like onion. What normal being could like onion?! It sure isn’t normal to like onion!!! Now I know why Olek’s room is so smelly hahahahahaha only that the smell in his room is nicer for me. My Mum says it’s his socks that are smelly. You know I like peoples when they smell bad? I do. I like to smell people and sniff my nose in their clothes when they’re sweaty. Mum says I am a good tester when you want to check out who is caring enough about their hygiene hehehe. But I don’t like the smell of onion, that’s for sure. Mum says I’m very picky. But I like chips, and flowers. I love biting flowers. So much that when I was a very little Misha I wanted to bit all the flowers so desperately that I knocked out a few pots. And once my Mum got a decorative grass from our neighbours and I loved it so much that I munched on it all the time. And finally my stomach got upset and it was upset at me for three days so that I could barely eat anything and only lied and slept and had fever. Mum said then that it is a punishment for me because I’m too sneaky. But I’m still sneaky hehehe nothing has changed.

Mishhugs for everyone!

Misha

TMI Tuesday.

1. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, your future, what would you want to know?

What am I going to do in future? Where does it all actually go… well, pretty abstractive thing, but I just ask it myself so often. Also, I’d like to know why do I have such strange, weird, just soooo hideous and frightening dreams every time I get sleep paralysis? I just had such a “blissful” night last night, which left me very anxious and wondering what actually causes such weird dreams, and that is why I’m still up at 2 AM, I’m just too scared to go to sleep and I think I’ll go when I feel really sleepy, because then I’ll be too tired to have dreams. Actually I’m scared of staying up as well, but that’s better of both these options and I can always distract. Another thing I would like to know is something more about my past, like, why do so many things cause me so much anxiety like I had some awful memories with them or something, but in fact can’t recall anything? I think that actually there are more things that I don’t know about myself and my life than those I know, and even if I know something, I am very often not sure about it when I start to think about it more. Sounds a bit weird, but true. But that’s another thing, overthinking. ๐Ÿ˜€

2. What do you value most in your sex life?

I didn’t start my sex life yet and don’t think I’ll have any opportunity soon, but anyway I know what I would value in my sex life. I’d definitely value if my husband had some imagination as for sex. I think I’d have, so it would be even better if we both would. I always value creativeness, no matter in which area of life. I would value if we had the same values as for sex, or would be able to accept each other values. Like I am a practitioning Christian and I surely wouldn’t have to have a boyfriend or a fiancee who would desperately want to have sex before anything else. First I need to get to know you more before you start to finger me, second if you respect me, we should marry first. I would also appreciate if he’d be understanding because I have often issues with people touching me and sometimes intimate situations just scare the hell out of me, but if we got each other’s perspective, I think I would get over it with time.

3. What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?

I feel like there are different kinds of jokes and while humour is generally a good thing, in some areas we should definitely use it carefully and use milder jokes, that wouldn’t be hurtful for others. But I don’t think there are such things that are completely FORBIDDEN to be joked about. Or maybe they are, but I just can’t think of such right now. I think things like death, or very serious illnesses, should be treated with a lot of carefulness. But sometimes a mild joke may discharge the uncomfortable situation. The thing is just to be careful and had a healthy distance to things and to yourself, and be perceptive if others do have it or not.

4. If you had to move to a state or country besides the one in which you currently live, where would you move and why?

I have many favourite countries which I like equally and I’d visit eagerly, but I think I wouldn’t like to move to just any of them. I think I could most eagerly move t the UK, but somewhere to the countryside rather than to cities like London. This country just somehow resonates with me. I think it would be the best if I could move to North Wales, it is so beautiful there, people have such a lovely accent and I could practice my Welsh. I think Finland would be also absolutely great to live in.

5. Are you too nice?

It happens. Usually when I don’t like someone, or don’t feel comfortable around them. It also depends in what we mean by “too nice”. Sometimes I could say I’m maybe too nice for someone I like and want to for example do something nice for them and then it turns out my efforts were actually pointless, as they either don’t care or want to take advantage of me being nice to them in future. So usually now, if I like someone, I’m rather distant towards them, just to not lose them immediately, but it also depends on the case of course.

Bonus: Falling in love is… (one word only) a rollercoaster.

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Question of the day.

Today, my question for you is:

are there any sayings or words that your family uses, a lot? Do you know how they originated?

My answer:

Both my Mum and me are lovers of words and are rather creative in inventing new words. So yes, there surely are such words or sayings. There are many of them, although I can’t recall very many in this very moment. The Polish phrase “bez sensu” means pointless, no sense or meaningless, something like this. Somehow it happened that actually my entire immediate family, me included, or maybe me the most, started to use this phrase excessively, almost so that it had no sense. We wouldn’t like something – and it immediately was bez sensu, the weather would be crappy – bez sensu, something would fail – bez sensu, something would be funny – bez sensu, we wouldn’t know how to comment something – bez sensu. and so on and so on. And some day my Mum suddenly said: It’s bez sera”. What does this mean? Bez sera means without cheese! ๐Ÿ˜€ Pretty pointless, isn’t it? But as it sounded close to bez sensu, and we used bez sensu so much, she thought it’d be less boring and more enigmatic if she’d start saying that something is without cheese, when it’s pointless/meaningless. ๐Ÿ˜€ At first we didn’t even know what she’s on about, Dad doesn’t know to this day. But the rest of us picked it up quickly and now when something doesn’t make sense, it means it’s without cheese. Honestly, I got so accustomed to saying bez sera that I happened to forget other people in this country don’t rather use it, unless my Mum stole it, but I don’t thing so. So one day I was talking with my school friend on the phone and she was telling me about some absurd situation in which she got and people were rude to her and at a certain moment I got so involved I just screamed “Gosh, those guys are completely without cheese!”. And she was llike… very confused. Me too. ๐Ÿ˜€

Unfortunately, nothing else comes to my mind right now, but we have quite a bunch of our own words. Also, some are a bit of a mix between Polish and Kashubian, as my Dad is Kashubian and we live in Kashubia.

How about your family’s own words and sayings? I love to hear different new words and sayings, so I’m just all ears now. ๐Ÿ˜€

Song of the day – Maja Koman – Babcia Mรณwi (Grandma Says).

Hi! ๐Ÿ™‚

I wanted to share another Enya’s song with you today, but then realised that oh wow it’s International Mother Language Day, so, well… mother language, yay! It’s definitely a time to show you something in Polish, this blog exists almost for a month and still nothing in Polish here.

The truth is… I don’t listen to Polish music very much. It’s not I don’t listen to it at all, ’cause I do at times,ย  and it’s not I’m not patriotic or don’t like my mother tongue, in fact I love it and (pretty obviously I think) it’s one of my around 12 favourite languages, I think me and my whole family are very patriotic. But I just listen to so much music in other languages, in Swedish, in all the endangered languages I love, in English obviously, so that most music I listen to in Polish are just random things I hear in radio in the kitchen or somewhere else, and when Ilisten to something in Polish just because I really want to and enjoy it, I mostly like it for the lyrics, it’s most often something alternative, or reggae, some folk at times. So I felt like it would be hard for me to make you like it if you won’t be able to understand the lyrics. So I wondered for quite a while what to pick.

But finally I picked something. It is a humourous, ironical, but also very true song and although lyrics are most important in it, I think you’ll like it.

Maja Koman is a young artist from Greater Poland, she writes songs for herself and plays ukulele, is a bit of an eccentric and her lyrics are usually ironic, honest, funny, a bit sarcastic. She also writes songs in English and French, but most of them are in Polish.

This particular song – “Babcia Mรณwi” – is basically about how men and women, very generally, changed since our grandparents were young. This song should be definitely taken with a grain of salt and it’s surely not a generalisation, but it says that men become less masculine, more like females, while women aren’t as feminine as they used to be either. ๐Ÿ˜€ By the way, I feel like it’s a perfect example of that hiraeth thing I wrote about a few posts ago. ๐Ÿ˜€ And although if I’d take it literally, there are some things I can’t agree with, generally, as a person with quite traditional views, I think it’s pretty true. I really like this song and it still makes me smile when I listen to it even though I know it sinceย  a few years already.

It’s a pity there aren’t any English lyrics to it anywhere, I tried to translate it on my own, but realised I’d probably only make a bit of a hash of it, because there are lots of colloquialisms, metaphors and words that are more or less emotionally charged and I’m not sure of their adequate English equivalents, so it wouldn’t be as funny and natural. But still I hope you’ll enjoy this song.