little boxes

01Feb08

80% of the study cases i’ve ran into, stayed for a coffee with or loved or all together, i’ve been wrong. a first impression of a human puts up limitations for future talks, walks, friendships, holding hands. a first wrong sentence. a first tragic “why did i just say that?!”. a nervous click in your neck. a smoothly over the years hidden social handicap which so beautifully pops-up when you least expect it. a brain-block. the one which never lets you say “would it be wrong to smell your hair?”. one that never lets you answer “if i don’t mind it, i don’t see why i would mind it”.

pretty, fugly, pretty fugly, lovely, artistic, russian, gipsy, stupid sticky human being, blonde, amazing, lesbian, contrrrabas, socially challenged. standards for future interaction rules. we find comfort in labels. the known.

80% to teach me that i shouldn’t trust my labeling. i should trust to never trust it. i find comfort only in a state of sunshiny amazement. green and pink to go with you. music for our future jokes. be zen and love the wild. the untouchables. the ones who whisper to themselves. the ones who smile alone. they will let you smell them.

and you can never go wrong with that.

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