“She never liked to be called pretty – for she was a wildflower. Roaming alone through deep woods not caring if she would lose one of her petals.”
― Laura Chouette
Amazing how people can go through life without savouring the little things, which are in fact the sprinkles which make life more fun.
My boss made fun of me because I like to hold my cup of coffee in between sips. Drinking a hot beverage in the morning it’s not about the drink per se. To be honest I don’t think anyone really likes coffee, we just think we do, like with any other drug. Anyway, holding a warm cup while sitting in silence and looking around, getting accustomed to being back in this world after a few hours of sleep, it’s unbelievably calming. The warmth gets into your hands, through the arms into the soul. Your heart gets warm, and you experience a warm fuzzy feeling, which tells you that everything will be all right. Sure, that feeling will be gone as soon as people start talking to you or at the latest when your cup is empty but, the few minutes every morning are worth it.
On the other hand, little things can get real creepy real soon.
A friend of mine decided to dye her hair blond and since I’m obviously bored to death because of being sick for so long, I thought it a great idea. So, I stole it. I went to the hairdresser and let her dye my hair blond. A strenuous process which took longer than expected. After sitting for hours in a somewhat comfortable chair, surrounded by an amazing woman, I stepped out as a brand-new men magnet. Apparently, I did not think this through.
I was blond for about two minutes, waiting for the bus, when a guy with an ffp2 mask approached me. He asked me why I had changed the street side and told me that he had seen me a few minutes before, passing by. – Do you want an ice cream? He asked me, while handing me a yoghurt-strawberry magnum ice. – No thank you. I said, quite confused. – That’s a pity, I got it just for you. (As if it was my fault, he got me ice cream). Then he turned around and walked away.
I stood there, not sure about what had happened. Sure, it’s nice when someone gets you ice cream but it’s creepy if it’s a stranger. Out of the blue. My parents told me, never to accept candy from strangers. I’m pretty sure ice cream counts too. It wasn’t even a warm day; it was a cold and rainy day and I hate complicated ice cream flavours; I don’t see the necessity of inventing new flavours when there already are perfectly good once to choose from.
The bus came and I felt eyes on me throughout the entire ride. I thought I must imagine it.
I was walking home as a man in a care started to stare at me, turning his face towards me, not even looking where he was driving – and he almost hit a parked car.
My ex wanted to drive ten hours just to come and see me and as I told him I didn’t think it a good idea, he had the audacity to tell me to sleep on it.
All of this just because of my very fake and very white blonde hair.
And there goes the remaining faith I had in men. And the world. And our future.
Aromatic deception 