I don`t have many friends. I only have Sara and Thea whom are at my age and whom I know I can trust. They are the only ones whom I consider my friends. And I know what I`m going to say now might make me look like a young woman who`s never satisifed, but I`ll still say it: I can talk to them about things I care about, but they`re not politically dedicated. I talk to them about the circumstances at school, but they themselves didn`t realise anything before I spoke up. I want to talk to someone at my age about extremism, radicalization, about what`s going on in the society. And I`m sure I can – but right now I`m on about friends.
I`ve always been talking more to older people – because for some reason, they`ve been able to see the real me. They completely care about me, they see me for who I am, I`ve been able to tell them things I`ve barely told anyone. Damn it, I just can`t explain it. They`ve understood me, took care of me and made me realise what life`s about. They`ve challenged me, shaped me and supported me all along. Glenn, whom was my science and religion teacher at Østmarka, told me once “You think like a 25-years-old woman.” Yes, maybe I hang out with other people because I`m way mature for much of the young generation today. But the real thing is they`ve given me more than what people at my age have given me. I can talk to them properly, they`ve got more life-experience and many take me more seriously. Those I`ve met whom have become my friends at the same time, aren`t superificial. When I met Charlotte some days ago, we didn`t talk about superficial things. Oh,well, she once mentioned her dirty pink pants, but you get the point. We talked about life, what I had to go through, I could give air to my thoughts and she? She gave me advices and listened to me. She didn`t only stare at me, she saw me.
That`s why I`m more politically engaged now when I talk to older people, because it`s easier for me to make them listen and when it comes to that part they gave more to give. Don`t get me wrong – I know there are many girls and boys out there whom are interested in making a change, but personally I have no friends or have had no friends whom have been politically dedicated. Which sucks, when I want to talk about Donald Trump and terror attacks rather than make-up and how much I got drunk last weekend. Talking about clothes, make-up and looks aren`t things we should never talk about – but we shouldn`t always prefer these topics either. Not that I can`t talk to Sara and Thea about more important things – oh, I know I can. But they`re not really (physically) politically dedicated, which makes the case different.
I “just” miss someone at my age whom I can be politically decidated with and whom is actually interested in what I`m talking about. Someone who knows what they`re talking about and is confident. Someone who has something to offer me, something to give, something to share. Too bad I have to go to school tomorrow and do much of the superficial talking again. The “what-I`ve-been-doing”- and “let`s-play-a-joke”-conversation. I`m so tired of it. So tired.