After Albania’s entry “Identitet,” this was my 2nd favourite this year’s contest. So after a) not getting to watch the second semi-final due to classes at the time and b) watching my favourite entry epic fail, I turned to Norway’s entry. For one thing, I could actually sing along to the lyrics, and second, the song hit me at a personal level.
I didn’t want to tell anyone what happened at the end of German 2. No one really needed to know how I tried to tell someone that I liked him and that he wouldn’t talk to me for a year. But at the same time, I wanted people to know what happened without directly telling them. As a result, I wrapped myself in song lyrics and 6 Degrees of Separation metaphors, going, “Dude, I already told you what happened; don’t ask me anymore” all the time and getting frustrated with almost everything. It also didn’t really help that I lost my voice a lot from eating fried food and/or getting into screaming contests with my family. Eventually I just turned into the person that Malene Mortensen was singing about in 2002.
But considering that I’m talking about it right now, I got out of just sitting in front of the computer editing Eurovision playlists. After two more years of German class and a fresh start at uni, holding in the story wasn’t going to help. I was going to have to take down this wall, brick by brick to slowly open myself again. My RA and IGD (Intergroup Dialogue) leader took it a step further in class, pushing people to talk about past stories and feelings to be able to fully understand each other. The first week it was awkward, but slowly it worked and still helps today (despite a few meltdowns on the way). And it really felt like they took a knife and cut anything we tried to hide ourselves with.
Maybe if stuff works out, I might be able to use this song literally. As for right now, I’m eating a jelly donut. It’s not being 100% prepared for disaster control (at the moment), but at least I won’t have to bang my head on a wall in frustration of them not understanding over-the-top metaphors.