Hello!
This new member is a 25-year old man from Sweden. I prefer to be anonymous, but you can just call me by my nickname. Don't bother about the two dots - that's not even a Swedish letter, but a German one.
I joined this forum to ask a question. Just as when I open my mouth in real life, about half of the answers were sympathetic, and the other half ridicule. The question was real, by the way - not an attempt to draw cheap laughs (look how honest I am- Buke would have liked that!). And the ridicule really hurt my feelings, since I struggle with low self esteem and really hate the notion of being a laughing stock, even if just in a rather small internet forum (look what a pussy I am - Buke wouldn't have liked that).
Some of the people who managed the grandiose achievement of simultaneously answering my thread an not being an asshole, gave me the tip of presenting myself in this part of the forum. And why not, I thought - if not for me, then for the sake of satisfying the curiosity of those lovely folks. Anyway, I might even stick around a bit longer, and then it wouldn't hurt if you knew at least a bit about who you're dealing with.
So who am I? I have tried working, travelling, living away from home, dating and studying, but currently I live with mom and dad, unemployed and single. I don't really do anything worthwile on my spare time either. I work out a bit, read a lot, and chat on internet forums and communities even more.
As for my relationship with Buke, I can't really remember the moment I discovered him, or even in what book - but it was probably Women or Ham and Rye, who my older brother kept lying around the house. Those tattered tomes with a rather ugly pock-marked old man on the cover had never really caught my attention, at least not in a positive way, so my first contact with this idol-to-be of mine must have been a coincidence - maybe I couldn't find the book I really wanted to read on the loo quickly enough, or maybe I was just bored - but somewhere along the line I got stuck, and stuck for good.
So what do I love about "the old fucker", as Bono lovingly referred to him in a TV-show I once saw? I've actually gone through this in my head for quite some time before writing this, but I still can't really put my finger on it. I just feel good when I read his novels and short stories. I guess it has to do with accepting ones self, both to one self and others. We all have parts of us we don't really want to admit. Perhaps we like this really corny pop band, or have a crush on this really impopular girl, or maybe we've done something the consequenses of which we don't wan't to admit to ourselves or others. Bukowski doesn't seem to have this weakness. He accepts all his emotions, even to the point of writing them down and putting them on the shelves of bookshops.
Well, enough of the rambling. As much as I would want it, I am, in fact, not exactly Bukowski, so I'd better quit while I'm ahead.
All the best!
This new member is a 25-year old man from Sweden. I prefer to be anonymous, but you can just call me by my nickname. Don't bother about the two dots - that's not even a Swedish letter, but a German one.
I joined this forum to ask a question. Just as when I open my mouth in real life, about half of the answers were sympathetic, and the other half ridicule. The question was real, by the way - not an attempt to draw cheap laughs (look how honest I am- Buke would have liked that!). And the ridicule really hurt my feelings, since I struggle with low self esteem and really hate the notion of being a laughing stock, even if just in a rather small internet forum (look what a pussy I am - Buke wouldn't have liked that).
Some of the people who managed the grandiose achievement of simultaneously answering my thread an not being an asshole, gave me the tip of presenting myself in this part of the forum. And why not, I thought - if not for me, then for the sake of satisfying the curiosity of those lovely folks. Anyway, I might even stick around a bit longer, and then it wouldn't hurt if you knew at least a bit about who you're dealing with.
So who am I? I have tried working, travelling, living away from home, dating and studying, but currently I live with mom and dad, unemployed and single. I don't really do anything worthwile on my spare time either. I work out a bit, read a lot, and chat on internet forums and communities even more.
As for my relationship with Buke, I can't really remember the moment I discovered him, or even in what book - but it was probably Women or Ham and Rye, who my older brother kept lying around the house. Those tattered tomes with a rather ugly pock-marked old man on the cover had never really caught my attention, at least not in a positive way, so my first contact with this idol-to-be of mine must have been a coincidence - maybe I couldn't find the book I really wanted to read on the loo quickly enough, or maybe I was just bored - but somewhere along the line I got stuck, and stuck for good.
So what do I love about "the old fucker", as Bono lovingly referred to him in a TV-show I once saw? I've actually gone through this in my head for quite some time before writing this, but I still can't really put my finger on it. I just feel good when I read his novels and short stories. I guess it has to do with accepting ones self, both to one self and others. We all have parts of us we don't really want to admit. Perhaps we like this really corny pop band, or have a crush on this really impopular girl, or maybe we've done something the consequenses of which we don't wan't to admit to ourselves or others. Bukowski doesn't seem to have this weakness. He accepts all his emotions, even to the point of writing them down and putting them on the shelves of bookshops.
Well, enough of the rambling. As much as I would want it, I am, in fact, not exactly Bukowski, so I'd better quit while I'm ahead.
All the best!
