WHAT’S NOT FAIR

It is not fair that you keep on welcoming me, when all I want to do is hate you. Don’t be mad at me, it’s just an inner fight of myself, within and without me, for and against you.

Of course beauty is important, those claiming the opposite are nothing but hypocrites. That I am not beautiful, I mean on the outside, is not fair. But there are worse things.

It is not fair to be disrooted, to be a no-land’s one, to be a no-one. Wanting too much means sometimes having nothing, like having two lands and none at the same time. I have two, or three, or more, and yet none. I have Spain, I have Germany, I have Belgium, France. None. Where shall I go next? Enough concrete names for today. Belonging period’s over.

Maybe belonging is important, those saying it’s not might feel already lost. Like looking on all directions and yet not knowing where to go, too wide a choice might not be good if you’re not too much of a decision-maker.

It is not fair having to be concrete when you don’t want to, what if I’m just up for the abstract? Little details that are not worth it, I mean worth your time. So let us just stick to the abstract. Did you play cards with your grandma when you were little?

Of course height is important, those claiming the opposite are certainy small. That I am little, I mean on the outside, is not fair. But there are worse things.

It is not fair to be a je-m’enfoutist, I am telling you, for not caring is today’s most si ne qua non trend, those not following it will certainy suffer from stress and pain and all those contemporary illnesses without which you cannot claim to be a citizen of today’s world. Like either you say whatever! to almost everything or you’re dead.

Of course caring is important, those not doing so will have to be happy. But, oh well, I guess there are worse things than that.

Now that I care, that I am big, that I am beautiful, now that I have a land. Now that I am.
Unhappy.
Will you now accept me or is the application period over?