This post is especially dedicated to women

“How are you”, she asked with a charming and unusually spontaneous smile.
“I am actually very well, thanks”, I answered sincerely.

She works as a cashier at the grocery store I usually go to. She is gorgeous. Her eyes are shining like a squirrel, the line of her nose makes you dream, her lips voluptuously reminding of a ripe strawberry. She is blatantly sexy, I kind of lose my words every time I see her.

So there I was standing in the queue waiting for my turn to pay. She confessed:

“You know, I have such an unbearable head ache.” I looked at her attentively and answered:
“You think too much, don´t you?”
“Far too much…It goes on and on ceaselessly.” She couldn´t hide her being grateful, as she felt seen. So she went on. “Nothing good comes out of it. The more I think the worse it gets.”

“Take a break from thinking! Can´t you focus away your attention from your thoughts, looking randomly on whatever else for a change?” I asked, feeling rather awkward as there was an eager man behind me waiting for his turn.
“What shall I look at…? Everything feels the same… – boring, senseless.” Her tone was so sorrowful.
“I feel already like an old woman…Pretty soon I will be full of wrinkles.”

I was in shock when I heard this, I couldn´t believe my ears. So totally irrational. Unbelievable really. Not find a single reason for joy when there are so many good things in life…I just couldn´t figure it out what made such a good-looking girl in her mid twenties feel so hopelessly bored, disheartened and unhappy.

“Look at your mental wrinkles, deal with them instead!…” I told her, picking up the fruit I had bought. I touched a string, as she and the man behind me smiled nodding. “Yeah, these damn mental wrinkles – so true…”

Due to this episode, I realized tonight like never before that many beautiful women, bear an old, rigid, intolerant and unhappy old woman inside of them, who´s constantly crushing their confidence and yearning, poisoning their passion, vehemently stealing their precious youth…

Who is this old, irrational, unhappy ghost…?

About julienmatei
I feel an inner urge to express what I see, to communicate and share with others all these impressions. Often the things I see are there, not yet manifest, but waiting... to be observed, talked about, and embraced. These new insights need another approach, a more vivid curiosity... Due to fear and prejudice we prefer to see only "the official" truth - but THE OFFICIAL TRUTH IS DEAD - being dead, it has nothing to give... We can continue pretending Death is fascinating or... we can take the trouble to LIVE... THE NEW has no definition yet... Again, IT requires another "perception", the courage to apprehend everything differently, from a totally new angle, with new confidence and inquisitive touch. This blog is not about interesting concepts, it is about participation... finding new solutions, inspiration, togetherness.

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