Monday, September 19, 2011

the order of things

William came home from another long and messy business trip and just before he opened his front door, when he noticed his neighbor, Mr. Nelson. Mr. Nelson was out on his front yard, mowing his lawn.

This is odd, William thought.

Instead of opening the door, he turned around and went back to the bus station. Next to it was a little shop that sold newspapers, candy bars and a limited assortment of groceries. William had hardly ever been inside, but he knew where it was.
William went inside and studied the frontpages of the newspapers. Hm, just what I suspected, he thought to himself. Then he asked the shopkeeper, just to make sure.

»'cuse me, which day of the week is it?«
»It’s Monday. Would you like to buy a newspaper, sir?«
»Hm, I thought so. No thanks, I don’t read much.«, William replied and headed back home.

So it was monday. Why would anyone mow his lawn on a monday? Weird. William was deeply confused. It was his conviction that there is a natural order to things that mustn’t be messed with. He slowly trodded towards his front door, keys in his hand, passing Mr. Nelson a second time, who was still busy mowing his front door lawn. Absently he greeted him.
»Arr, William. Back from your trip?«
William opened the door and walked inside.

William was deeply confused.

Friday, September 16, 2011


Excuse me, you don’t know what it means to be this pretty.

I feel the eyes of everyone on me, all the time. I don’t even dare to go out so much, it really is such a heavy burden. All that greed, the envy, the desire. The admirers. The ones that are intimidated. The phantasies that my looks seem to trigger.

Nobody treats me like a normal person, that’s the bottom line. Can anyone of you imagine what it is like to live like that, every day of my life?

Of course not, how would you.
Why is it so hard to comprehend that it is not a crime to be as gorgeous as I am? I can’t help it, I didn’t mean to be of mesmerizing beauty, sorry to be born that way. I just want to be accepted as a person, am I asking for too much?

But I see everybody change when I get into sight, feel you all getting so tense. Why don’t you relax and give me a chance to show who I am? Most of you probably assume me to be vain, stupid or arrogant, whatever. It’s just a surface, you might find out there is a sensitive and vulnerable being inside this perfectly shaped body of mine. 

This is so sad ...

mesmerizing beauty