Flower Girl Fantasy

I always had a fantasy of being a dentist.

Haha! Gotcha! No, I never wanted to become a dentist.

I always thought being a florist would be fun.
I imagine.. working 10 hours a day.. with flowers!

The day starts with saying good morning to the most peaceful living creatures on planet. I sit there behind the desk waiting for customers. I might feel a little bored but that ends as soon as I notice the show of magnificence right in front of my eyes. The state of contemplation would then be interrupted by the slow opening of the door. A 60 year old version of Snow White enters with a beautiful graceful smile on her face. She buys a bouquet of white daisies and leaves with the same smile. Her visit becomes a mark of every morning. Time after time, our conversations started to grow longer and longer. We talked about everything. Funnily enough, we never knew each others' names. She was Snow White to me and I was the flower girl to her.

Some afternoons, a man with sharp features would cross in the doorstep. His black formal suit would make all the flowers tremble, they told me so. He had an attitude that fits perfectly with his clothes. His choice was always the bluebells. Good choice! They are so secretive and a little sad just like him. His choice never changes. Most regular customers stick to one choice.

One of my favourite customers was a 15 year old school student, very bright and energetic. It was obvious in the way she talks, the way she walks, the way she smiles and her choice of flowers. She always bought bouquets of yellow and orange flowers. She had this naughty smile on her face which I think is a demonstration of what's going on in her mind: "They'll never guess.." She bought flowers for everyone: her Mom, Dad, Grandma, teachers. I told you- everyone!

There are customers who come once. There was once this young man who was buying a bouquet for his fiance. The way his eyes moved made me feel that the obligation meter was high and the love meter was low. Danger alarm and florist to the rescue! I made him the most beautiful bouquet and, staring at it, he was reminded how beautiful his love is, the smile says it all. Whew! Relief!

There was once a bridesmaid who seemed very gloomy. She made a confession that the bride is younger than her. So? The bridesmade was probably a little envious. While trying to choose the flowers for the bouquet, she was injured by a thorn. I wished she would get this as a message- flowers don't like envy. Instead she said: "Today is my unluckiest day ever!" I tried to make it easier on her by saying: "Perhaps the bouquet will be in your hands by the end of the day." She smiled with a little exclamation, thanked me and left. "Hope to see you again soon" I said. I never say that out of common courtesy. I mean it.

Sadly, flower friends are a few these days. I went out of business and the shop turned into a noisy coffee shop. I miss Snow White, Man in black and little miss Sunshine. I miss the morning conference with my flowers. I miss writing <thoughts of a flower girl> and I miss the creating character profiles for my customers.

WAKE UP! Huh! Me and my imagination!

Don't YOU wish you were a florist?! Instead you're gonna be a dentist! Haha! Sorry! I have something against dentists and no matter how I try to hide, I just can't!

1/4 gram

I feel very exhausted even though my day was very... not exhausting. I woke up, did some chores, ate, a little chatting, some internet and some reading. And due to my continuous evaluation to my state I know very clearly that the reading session was the reason behind my sudden exhaustion.

I have been reading about a drug addict. He tells us abou his side of the story. I can say with plain language "His life sucks!"

It starts by thinking it's cool. Then, you need it just to 'perfect' your mood. You think you have everything under control but then... all of a sudden your friends die. If they are fortunate, they become infamous and no one wants to have anything to do with their families. In other cases they get caught by the police. Others get "virus C". You decide to stop. But you get back. You're determined this time. One more time.. just this one time. You get back into this endless whirl. You start stealing from your dad's pockets and your mom's jewelry. Where does it end? When does it end? 

That's when I closed the book [1/4 gram]. I was too exhausted trying to imagine myself in his position. I was too exhausted imagining myself in his mother's postion.. or his sister. Her name is Rola. Yes! She has a name. She has a life. She never thought that her twin brother would fall into this black hole. He himself never thought he will. Salah! He has a name too.. and a family.. and a life. Or at least he had one! This is a real story. There are many Salahs out there. The only protection from this plague is mentioned in a small dialogue when his therapist says:

- Do you know what your problem is, Salah?

- What is my problem, Doctor?

- You need to love yourself, or else you'll never make it.

It Goes On

One might think that the death of the sole supporter of that small family would be the end of their world. However, just two days after the unfortunate departure, the loyal wife -still dressed in black- went back to her daily habit of hanging the laundry on the line, spelling in action the universal rule that says "Life goes on!"


No matter how big or small your trouble is, life just goes on...