Wherever I go I notice people looking at me. Some just peek, some stare, some even scan me from head to toe.. and I wonder. What do they think of me? Am I good-looking to them, or just strange? I hope not awkward or ugly. Sure, they are strangers to me, why would I care? But I get this uneasy feeling. I need a mirror to walk my side.
I like to dress, oh how I do! Shirts and scarves, parasols and shoes. I guess that draws attention. Vanity notwithstanding, with people looking at me I get the feeling I lack something. I am no one to 'be looked at'. People should look at other people.
At people who are more beautiful than I am - like poetry.
I only look at beautiful people. 'Interesting' is not enough of a reason to keep my eyes on something that isn't beautiful, for more than a few seconds. So why look at me? Can I conclude I am beautiful? Oh how I like it... look at me then, please do. But only if you really agree with that. Uneasiness is quick to come.
Coffee mixed with chamomile tea? Unboiled spaghetti with peppermint, vanilla and honey? These are few of the things I've spontaneously tried and loved. Many times I end up failing to create edible or otherwise consumable matter. Sometimes I succeed however and end up promoting my findings to others. Oh how I love those expressions I get.
"You eat what?"
"I said you should try putting peppermint tincture on..."
"I heard what you said.. I mean.. is it edible? Doesn't that like.. explode?"
Experts of that field can constantly produce crazy ideas to sell to companies. I like the scent of almond... good work. But moisturizing soap that leads to total desertification of my skin is a pest.
They should hire crazy people with a doctor's degree in chemistry or biology.
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