Chatleen
Nobility
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- Apr 21, 2004
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During my childhood, my parents never focused on underscoring who we were, like making you an important person. They wanted you to be a child. A boy. A human being. A clearcut child upbringing, not a prince upbringing. A deliberate attitude, which I'm very thankful for today. Naturally, beneath this, there was an underlying theme, which I can see now. Uncounscious, but definitely there.
Naturally we had our bodyguards, both in Kreb's School and in high school. But in the schoolyears they were rather like play uncles, who were nice enough also to play with our buddies too, when they were on visit at our place, or when we were allowed to run around in Østre Anlæg (Thor: a park in central Copenhagen) and at the playgrounds there. But there wasn't any strange in that, it was a necessary protection. We didn't consider it "different". We had the same interests as our contemporaries, we talked about the same subjects and saw the same movies. When you don't know different, you aren't able to fell sorry for yourself, fortunately, that our way of life had some limitations. Later I have had the possibility of revenge. I have had a lot of experiences and impressions. There are restrictions you put on yourself, and restrictions which are the result of the expectations of others. And you have to try to have the best possibly life inside these limitations. Fortunately these limitations aren't that frozen and unyielding, as one could suppose. And they migth be overstepped, in caution. Figuratively like a line in the sand, which you are able to step over without falling down and hurting yourself.
There have been times where the life as a "quite ordinary young person" has appeared very attractive. And I have considered it. I have been visiting so many free areas and circles of life, and have a rather free life, in contrast to, what one might think. And once in a while you can't stop wondering: "How would life be, if I was just an ... ordinary guy...more carefree and easy? There's pro et contra in my position, if you think the contras were too many, then you might have tried to be someone else.
There's a responability in it too. I give myself freedom, governed by responsibility. I try to be consciuos about what is going to happen (if I do this or that). Again: Think twice about a situation. Anyway, more than others do, because there's a difference in our situations, if you are somewhere in the city in the evening for instance. And you are always - always - under review or critisism. Bye and bye you get tough about it, but nevertheless you make notice of it, somehow. Not in the way that it makes deep scars in your soul or gives you a mental trauma, but you know you can't respond to it, say a word against it. Better get it over with, rather than feed the tabloids with new stuff for headlines and crashing frontpages.
Naturally we had our bodyguards, both in Kreb's School and in high school. But in the schoolyears they were rather like play uncles, who were nice enough also to play with our buddies too, when they were on visit at our place, or when we were allowed to run around in Østre Anlæg (Thor: a park in central Copenhagen) and at the playgrounds there. But there wasn't any strange in that, it was a necessary protection. We didn't consider it "different". We had the same interests as our contemporaries, we talked about the same subjects and saw the same movies. When you don't know different, you aren't able to fell sorry for yourself, fortunately, that our way of life had some limitations. Later I have had the possibility of revenge. I have had a lot of experiences and impressions. There are restrictions you put on yourself, and restrictions which are the result of the expectations of others. And you have to try to have the best possibly life inside these limitations. Fortunately these limitations aren't that frozen and unyielding, as one could suppose. And they migth be overstepped, in caution. Figuratively like a line in the sand, which you are able to step over without falling down and hurting yourself.
There have been times where the life as a "quite ordinary young person" has appeared very attractive. And I have considered it. I have been visiting so many free areas and circles of life, and have a rather free life, in contrast to, what one might think. And once in a while you can't stop wondering: "How would life be, if I was just an ... ordinary guy...more carefree and easy? There's pro et contra in my position, if you think the contras were too many, then you might have tried to be someone else.
There's a responability in it too. I give myself freedom, governed by responsibility. I try to be consciuos about what is going to happen (if I do this or that). Again: Think twice about a situation. Anyway, more than others do, because there's a difference in our situations, if you are somewhere in the city in the evening for instance. And you are always - always - under review or critisism. Bye and bye you get tough about it, but nevertheless you make notice of it, somehow. Not in the way that it makes deep scars in your soul or gives you a mental trauma, but you know you can't respond to it, say a word against it. Better get it over with, rather than feed the tabloids with new stuff for headlines and crashing frontpages.
