millions can't be wrong

Sorry, I was kind of buzzy lately, can we do the interview now? OK.

You know what strikes me as odd? It's all the talking about money. So many people take it much too serious, I think. Like it's all that matters. "Money makes the world go 'round" - don't they say this? It's some primate saying, I believe.

Oops - I know you don't write about them here; but is it okay for me to mention 'em? You know what I mean - the "H" word. Honestly, they are all over the place. We all know that and try our best to either get along or ignore it. But I'm aware you're focussing on normal people here. You can just edit this out if you need to.

Anyway - obviously money isn't as big a thing as these people think. So many are obsessed with it, I've seen 'em kill each other, can you believe it? For a bundle of crumpled paper!

Now we know what matters in life. It's just like they say: we're millions and so many of us just can't be wrong. Rich or poor - from my point of view it does make some difference (richer isn't always better I must say), it must be something about the diet. But it's not vital, believe me - I've been to the gutter and I've been to Broadway, I have pretty much seen it all. Money is just not the point.

You know, we are everywhere, we are many, looking down to this world through billions of small eyes. Most folks don't even notice we're there, but we are - and we see all this mess. It makes you laugh, can't help it! We are the ones you should ask what really counts.

I give you a hint: it's not true that it doesn't reek. Haha. Gotta live, that's it, you see? Money or no money, you need food and a warm place, something to buzz for and your crowd and you're fine. You don't get that from printed pieces of paper, you need something real, don't you? Warm and soft and with a flavour. You know what I'm talking about: It's life!

So that's my two cents (no pun intended here). Gotta whirr off. See you!

I've been to Broadway.

cats and dogs

Are you still looking for your cat? What did it look like?

Cute. I like striped cats a lot. You must know, I am very fond of pets in general, and I definitely prefer cats to dogs.

Dogs are, well, they are so reliable, that’s a bit boring in a way, do you know what I mean? With cats, they’re never quite tame, they keep having their own lifes. Much more exiting.

There is always a certain mystery about cats: you never know what they will do next. They don’t follow you like dogs, it is more like they accept you to keep them company. You can feel chosen, haha

… Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.

That is the down side: A cat can just decide to leave and you will never know why. Just disappear and that’s it. Very sad, I can fully understand your grief – but still a truly free being did chose to walk a part of the way with you, I wouldn’t say it is an honour, but it surely is a good thing. 

 

Anyway: good luck, I hope you’ll find your cat. Striped, you say? I’ll let you know when I see it. I told you, I like cats a lot, especially striped ones.

I like cats.

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.
»Arrr!«
»Arr, William. Back from your trip?«
William opened the door and walked inside.

William was deeply confused.

communication

I admit I should choose my words with more caution.

To a degree, we all seem to assume that the other understands what we mean. Nothing wrong with it, this is how communication works, basically … As long as it doesn’t require mind-reading, it ’s fine. Most of the times. Just sometimes we use these metaphors, images, how ever it is called, these things everybody says all the time and you would never think of somebody not getting that it isn’t meant the way we put it. But this is just an assumption. You never know.

I’ve always relied on: If they don’t get it, they’ll ask. Forgot that someone might get it wrong, and not notice.

This friend of mine (former friend, I should probably say by now), he came along and asked me for a favour. No problem, I am happy to help, but he asked me for my assistance quite a few times before and this time he could help me, too, so I asked him for a favour in return.
Or that was what I intended to say. As I mentioned, I should've chosen my words with more caution.

On the other hand: look at me.
Would I ask someone to scratch my back?

look at me.