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You know you wouldn't want me to be any other way
| Posted at 08:46 AM on February 07, 2008 |
You know you wouldn't want me to be any other way
When I was a very young child (this happened before I
moved here, so I must have been three years old, or even younger), I was just
as smartmouthed as I am now. Often, there were people whom told me I looked a lot
like the Queen, or the King, depending on whom of my parents they were related
to. My reply used to be that I looked not like mom or dad, only like myself. It
is a silly memory, I do know this. However, when I think about this, I - of
course - resemble both the King and the Queen a lot, but also have traits which
they do not have, and I take things into a new direction. I look only like
myself, as I'd like to be seen as an individual. I am only me. Such a simple conclusion, n'est ce pas?
Not quite in reality. Because it is very difficult to
determine whom we really are. Towards everyone we are with, we play a different
role. Actually, it is not playing though, as this role is ultimately us at that
very moment. It is one single aspect of our complex personality which is
highlighted at that very moment.
During my vacation in Berlin, a few lines of a
Meridith Brooks cover by Room Eleven caught my ear when I walked past a store.
It was the song Bitch.
Although the original song is a lot rougher than the cover, I prefer the latest
for it is a more soft (and yet powerful) and ultimately feminine number. It
reminded me of the many roles which a woman has in life.
Bitch. Every woman has a bitch inside her, and
although it is not quite accepted for a woman to let it out, I think there are
enough times when it is perfectly natural to stand up for yourself and let the
bitch come out. I rather am considered a shrew, than a tile because I let everyone
walk over me. Lover. Quite an obvious one, of course. Later, I will
post an ntry on how I view the way women love. I have written quite a few
entries about love already. One or two about love in general, and a few more
about men and love. I think the time is right for me to write an assay about
women and love. Not to give men insight in our ways of thought, but to clarify
our way of acting for myself, as I consider it to be much more cryptic than the
way men behave. But this is something for a later time. Child. Ofcourse, literally we are all still children ?
whether we have come of age already or not ? and we will be until the sad day
when our parents die, which I hope will never come (not too realistic, but hey,
sometimes I choose not to be). But besides being a child of our parents, we all
have those days when we like to go crazy, dacing around in the rain, just being
delighfully stubborn and doing whatever we like to do. No matter how deep we
try to bury it, there is no woman whom ever loses the child within herself.
Eventhough we have no desire to be a child forever, to be like Peter Pan (that
is just a male dream), the child in us will always resurface occasionally. Mother. Of course, this could literally mean being a
mother to a child of your own, but that is not what I mean. Although I am sure
it can be quite satisfying, there is also a motherrole which we play towards
our friends when they come to us for advise; we offer a shoulder to cry on,
somone to rant to. Being the person they come to when in trouble, we play the
role of the trusted advisor. But above all of course, we are a friend.
We are so many things, so many roles which we play, so
many masks which we wear, which are all different and yet show our faces and
bear our signatures. Whom could ever play so many roles but a woman?
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