The night January 27th 1992 this fella came to. And ever since I've been quiet. So quiet in fact, I didn't cry at birth until some blew air in my face with a straw. Understandable that she did it, though. Saved my life. Babies are meant to scream. Fills their lungs with air and shows that they are in fact alive.
So I was easy to spot among twenty crying babies. I was the one sleeping soundly. Turned out that I was completely deaf on my right ear from birth. Seems to be a nerve disconnection, so I'll never hear on that ear.
One and a half year later, my awesome brother Gunnar came to, and another four after that my baby brother Einar. I'll be ever thankful to my parents Kari and Reynir for giving me life and two supah-dupah-awesome bro's.
Now, at six years of age, I started in first grade. Then my family moved to Iceland (Skagaströnd) and stayed at that crappy village where my brother gets traumatized leaving scars until well into his teens for one year. We then moved to Reykjavik where my parents became students and we lived there for two years We moved back and I finished elementary school at thirteen years of age (because of early birthday), I entered secondary school and discovered I wanted to become an industrial designer. I finished that shit16 years old (again because of early birthday), I started high school at Arts and Crafts and I came out of the closet and scared the one gay guy at school to death with my direct approach (poor guy, it never occurred to me that some would have minor problems with being gay, I have VERY liberal parents). I did an exchange year in Brazil (you can read the whole course of it here http://afseribrasil.blogspot.com/ but it's in Norwegian), I came back, took the second year over at Interior- and Scene Design, got a job as a lifeguard at a pool, got sick with chest-pains, quit-and-got-fired in agreement with the pool, and I am done with my build-on year to be able to study at a super-awesome university somewhere in this small world.
As a matter of fact, I ended up in Cambodia studying Responsible Tourism instead of design of any kind, realizing I'm way more interested in the language and culture than the tourism industry while in Cambodia, moved to Stavanger, and I'm aiming at a job in the Royal Norwegian Foreign Ministries after hopefully starting and finishing studies in Oslo at either Japanese or something else dealing with culture Fall '13.
Then we take the different aspects of my being and personality.
So, since birth I've been completely deaf on my right ear. It's neurological, and can be proved by putting a vibrating g-fork to the backside of my right ear and I will hear nothing. So today it's marked (the deaf ear) by two black closure rings. I'm considering to punch a hole on the shell and insert a tunnel. Unlikely though. Anyway, back to the deaf ear, because of the deaf ear, I'm very conscious and sensitive to noises, and I will never be able to locate a sound coming my way. That's the bad side, the positive one is that I always have a hand free in noisy environments, I will always be able to sleep (I'll just lay on my left ear) and I will always have the excuse of a headache. No one else can come up with that and get away as easy as I can.
But my left ear isn't healthy either. Unfortunately I have tinnitus on the left side, marked by a black tunnel Thinking of getting a industrial piercing (a bar going through two holes) through the shell, but unlikely. Tinnitus is a sound or noise the ear produces by itself as a cause of damage to the small receptors in the snail-house part of the inner ear. it can be anything, but to me it's like one of those high frequency sounds you hear when testing your hearing. Imagine that, never hearing true silence?
Among the languages I speak counts Norwegian, English, Icelandic and Brazilian Portuguese. I understand the other Nordic languages too except Finnish. I can probably read Spanish and French and understand a good bit of it. I want to learn Japanese, just because and also to understand untranslated manga and anime. I dig that shit, so no critique here.
I learned during my exchange year in Brazil that I am naïve, immature and childish by nature, yet I can act very mature when need be. Sadly, because of that, I ended up hurting so many people while I was there. If they ever come across this blog, I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm so thankful for what you did for me and what you endured, I feel it doesn't come across well enough through writing and words. I just realized it too late.
Another trait about me is that I come across as weird, yet friendly and polite. I couldn't care less about what others think of me, and that liberates me enough to wear whatever I want however I want. During the end of the stay in Brazil my host-brother commented one day "ah, tribal!" about my style, with feathers and jewelries and clothing and multicolored hair, and instantly I thought "YES. That will be my future style." So I'm slowly developing it by a shirt here, a pair of pants there, jewelries and so on. If you ever saw "The Tribe" on TV, you get sorta where I want to go with it. Think the blond, pierced version of Brad.
Oh, and I'm gay. A rather straight acting one, but still gay. I'm a monogamous homo. I'm a monogamous homebody queer. Fairy. Poof. Faggot. You call me that and I call you childish. I just happen to love men. A human being, just like the majority of you readers happen to love women.
In short, I am
Bjørn (bear)
Reynisson (son of a rowan-tree)
Grimsby (that town in England)
