I know you are just waiting for someone else to turn up; a tall, strong guy, with a flat stomach and no acne whatsoever, that can fuck and make you laugh like nobody else in the world…someone that makes you happy. And I know you will fall for him, and you guys will be so happy together, because he has money and a career, and he is looking for a husband and you too, and the wedding will be marvellous…the one you have always dreamed of.
Because, look at me: what do I have to offer? What does my body have that could compensate all its flaws? What future am I building for myself? I’m a kid, not the man of your dreams…but when he comes by…oh will it hurt…because then this all will be confirmed, because this all will be true, because in the end I will be right, and being right will have never been so painful.
Imagine a frog. The frog’s sitting on a stone, in the middle of a pond. There’s nothing but the pond, the stone and he frog, and all of it is silent and cold. The water of the pond is dark, and there’s nothing in the sky that it could reflect.
What colour is the frog? Is it facing you or elsewhere? Did you imagine any sound even though I said it was all silent?