Sober and irrelevant

It's not the title of my Tuesday morning. But it was the song I chose to play when I got off the train this chilly end of January morning.

Sober and irrelevant with In Flames. The effect on my brain was like a punch in the stomach and I was wide awake. Well, as wide awake as I can be before my first dose of caffeine.

It's a good song. I love the title.

I have to start putting playlists together to have in my car. Coz I'm getting a car this week! A proper Dear Diary moment. I've been thinking of suitable names for this sweetie. Hey, maybe sweetie would be a good name. Or baby cakes. Sweet cheeks. Honey pie. I thought of Betty, but since one of my friends back in Sweden named her daughter Betty, it feels not quite right and not as fun anymore.

Oh, discovered yesterday that one of my best friends in high school and college had a son in December last year. It felt very distant. But being on the 27th year, I guess more and more of old school mates in serious relationships are gonna become parents. The path of life. And the single ones are either gonna wish they we're on the same path or think that they would be lost on that path. I'm probably part of the latter ones. Not even sure I want to have kids at all, but that doesn't seem quite allowed to feel as a woman. As a woman I'm supposed to want kids, and like kids. But you won't see me run up to other people's kids and cuddle them and talk baby language with them. That's not me. But I'm very aware that this might change when/if my life starts looking different to what it looks like today.

A dog on the other hand. Yes, please. I would make sacrifices for a dog.