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\u00dea\u00f0 sem mig langar til a\u00f0 segja \u00fe\u00e9r, Brynd\u00eds, er, a\u00f0 m\u00e9r finnst b\u00f3kin \u00fe\u00edn vera falleg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00c9g les venjulega ekki \u00e6vis\u00f6gur. \u00c9g vel m\u00e9r frekar fantas\u00edub\u00e6kur um hluti sem ekki finnast \u00ed okkar heimi, eins og dreka, galdra, \u00e1lfa \u2013 og r\u00e9ttl\u00e6ti.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
En b\u00f3kin \u00fe\u00edn er svo falleg, a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 t\u00f3k mig sm\u00e1 t\u00edma a\u00f0 komast \u00ed gegnum hana. \u00c1 sumum st\u00f6\u00f0um einfaldlega t\u00e1ra\u00f0ist \u00e9g og var\u00f0 a\u00f0 taka m\u00e9r sm\u00e1 p\u00e1su. Stundum af \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 allt var svo fallegt, e\u00f0a svo sorglegt \u2013 og stundum bara svo satt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
B\u00f3kin er eitthva\u00f0 svo… \u00fe\u00fa. \u00c9g veit, a\u00f0 \u00e9g \u00feekki \u00feig n\u00e1tt\u00farulega bara af m\u00f6mmu, sem var sk\u00f3lasystir \u00fe\u00edn og \u00fe\u00f3tti v\u00e6nt um \u00feig \u2013 og \u00feinni opinberu pers\u00f3nu. En \u00fea\u00f0 er m\u00e1li\u00f0: Sumt f\u00f3lk er svo bl\u00e1tt \u00e1fram, a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 kemur m\u00e9r alltaf \u00e1 \u00f3vart, \u00feegar a\u00f0rir sj\u00e1 \u00fea\u00f0 ekki. Af sumu f\u00f3lki geislar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Og b\u00f3kin passa\u00f0i svo vi\u00f0 \u00fe\u00e1 mynd sem \u00e9g haf\u00f0i. Fallegt hvernig hver kafli er um eitt t\u00edmabil e\u00f0a sta\u00f0, en innan kaflans gefur \u00fe\u00fa \u00fe\u00e9r r\u00fdmi til a\u00f0 dansa til og fr\u00e1 \u00ed t\u00edma. Eins og hver kafli s\u00e9 svi\u00f0, ekki beint l\u00ednulegt \u2013 og svo ger\u00f0ist, og svo ger\u00f0ist \u2013 heldur fari\u00f0 fram og til baka eins og tilfinningarnar og s\u00f6gulistinn kallar eftir. Lj\u00f3\u00f0r\u00e6nn dans or\u00f0a og minninga \u00ed gegnum t\u00edmann.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00dea\u00f0 var svo gaman a\u00f0 lesa hva\u00f0 \u00fe\u00fa hefur mikla \u00e1str\u00ed\u00f0u fyrir tungum\u00e1lum. \u00c9g til d\u00e6mis vissi ekki a\u00f0 \u00fe\u00fa hef\u00f0ir kennt, hva\u00f0 \u00fe\u00e1 mitt upp\u00e1hald… lat\u00ednu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00c9g er svo gl\u00f6\u00f0 yfir, a\u00f0 \u00fe\u00fa skulir hafa komi\u00f0 \u00feinni s\u00f6gu \u00fat. Veistu, a\u00f0 \u00e9g held a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 hafi bara veri\u00f0 nau\u00f0syn, og \u00e9g veit a\u00f0 mamma, hef\u00f0i veri\u00f0 samm\u00e1la. \u00dea\u00f0 a\u00f0 finnast enginn hlusta \u00e1 mann e\u00f0a taka mark \u00e1 manni var\u00f0andi eigi\u00f0 l\u00edf, er s\u00e1lardrepandi. N\u00fana er b\u00f3kin komin \u00fat og enginn getur nokkurn t\u00edmann teki\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 af \u00fe\u00e9r. F\u00f3lk getur veri\u00f0 \u00f3samm\u00e1la (hversu fur\u00f0ulegt \u00fea\u00f0 er samt, a\u00f0 f\u00f3lk geti veri\u00f0 \u00f3samm\u00e1la um manns eigin upplifanir af eigin l\u00edfi?), en b\u00f3kin er skrifu\u00f0, og \u00fe\u00edn saga er \u00fearna \u00e1 prenti. Og hana n\u00fa!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00dea\u00f0 er stundum erfitt a\u00f0 finna r\u00e9ttu or\u00f0in… M\u00e9r finnst \u00e9g skilja \u00feig miklu betur eftir b\u00f3kina. \u00c9g skil n\u00fana f\u00f3lki\u00f0 sem r\u00e6\u00f0st a\u00f0 \u00fe\u00e9r. \u00c9g veit a\u00f0 \u00e9g er a\u00f0 segja hlutina rangt…\u00fea\u00f0 sem \u00e9g meina er… F\u00f3lk sem alltaf er me\u00f0 gr\u00edmu skilur ekki manneskju eins og \u00feig. \u00dea\u00f0 er ekki f\u00e6rt um \u00fea\u00f0 lengur. \u201cMargur telur mig sig\u201d segir m\u00e1lt\u00e6ki\u00f0, og fyrir \u00feessu f\u00f3lki er \u00feetta svo b\u00f3kstaflegt. \u00dea\u00f0 er alltaf a\u00f0 reyna a\u00f0 sj\u00e1 hva\u00f0 er undir. \u00dea\u00f0 skilur ekki manneskju sem bara er, stelpuna sem vildi dansa af \u00e1str\u00ed\u00f0u… og gerir \u00fea\u00f0 enn. \u00de\u00fa ert einl\u00e6g, og \u00fev\u00ed er haldi\u00f0 gegn \u00fe\u00e9r. Hver getur svo sem veri\u00f0 einl\u00e6gur lengur? Nei, \u00fe\u00e1 hl\u00fdtur eitthva\u00f0 a\u00f0 liggja undir, eitthva\u00f0 lj\u00f3tt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Illa er komi\u00f0 fyrir \u00feessu samf\u00e9lagi, \u00feegar manneskja eins kaldh\u00e6\u00f0in og \u00e9g, er farin a\u00f0 sj\u00e1 hversu l\u00edtils einl\u00e6gnin er metin og hversu f\u00e1ir \u00feekkja hana lengur \u00ed raun. Kannski er \u00fea\u00f0 einmitt \u00feetta sem er a\u00f0 \u2013 enginn tr\u00fair lengur \u00e1 \u00e1str\u00ed\u00f0ur e\u00f0a einl\u00e6gni… frekar en dreka og r\u00e9ttl\u00e6ti. \u00de\u00fa ert eins \u00f3skiljanleg \u00fev\u00ed f\u00f3lki og twitter er \u00f3skiljanlegt m\u00e9r.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
En m\u00e9r fannst alla vega \u00feessi b\u00f3k vera d\u00e1samleg. \u00c9g \u00e1 eftir a\u00f0 lesa b\u00f3kina hans J\u00f3ns, en \u00e9g ver\u00f0 a\u00f0 segja a\u00f0 m\u00e9r finnst d\u00e1l\u00edti\u00f0 \u00f3sanngjarnt a\u00f0 hann \u00feurfi a\u00f0 koma \u00e1 eftir \u00feinni b\u00f3k \u00ed m\u00ednum lestri. Hann er flottur ma\u00f0ur og manna g\u00e1fa\u00f0astur, en \u00e9g efast n\u00fa um, a\u00f0 hann geti vaki\u00f0 jafnmiklar tilfinningar e\u00f0a veri\u00f0 alveg jafn lj\u00f3\u00f0r\u00e6nn og \u00fe\u00fa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Takk fyrir b\u00f3kina Brynd\u00eds. H\u00fan f\u00e6r\u00f0i mig aftur \u00ed t\u00edma, svona eins langt aftur og manneskja \u00e1 m\u00ednum aldri getur fari\u00f0 sj\u00e1lf. Og \u00e9g veit ekki hvort \u00feetta voru verri e\u00f0a betri t\u00edmar… en stundum finnst m\u00e9r eins og \u00feeir hafi veri\u00f0 a\u00f0eins meira mennskir en t\u00edmarnir \u00ed dag.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vona a\u00f0 \u00feetta raus mitt hafi ekki teki\u00f0 of mikinn af \u00fe\u00ednum t\u00edma, en \u00fea\u00f0 er ekki alltaf sem h\u00e6gt er a\u00f0 senda t\u00f6lvup\u00f3st \u00e1 h\u00f6fund b\u00f3kar sem manni l\u00edka\u00f0i!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u00dea\u00f0 sem mig langar til a\u00f0 segja \u00fe\u00e9r, Brynd\u00eds, er, a\u00f0 m\u00e9r finnst b\u00f3kin \u00fe\u00edn vera falleg. \u00c9g les venjulega ekki \u00e6vis\u00f6gur. \u00c9g vel m\u00e9r frekar fantas\u00edub\u00e6kur um hluti sem ekki finnast \u00ed okkar heimi, eins og dreka, galdra, \u00e1lfa \u2013 og r\u00e9ttl\u00e6ti. En b\u00f3kin \u00fe\u00edn er svo falleg, a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 t\u00f3k mig sm\u00e1 t\u00edma … Continue reading “Anna Berg\u00fe\u00f3rsd\u00f3ttir: Brosa\u00f0 gegnum t\u00e1rin, ritd\u00f3mur”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-725","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-greinar_og_vidtol"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/725","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=725"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/725\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":727,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/725\/revisions\/727"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=725"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=725"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=725"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}