So...one day when we were in the middle of an conversation or actually she was preaching about life, she stood up and said to me: 'I'm just going to discuss with my college for a few seconds.' and she left.
Well, good, I thought. Let's get someone who maybe knows some good shit. Some wizard hidden in a closet with magic pills to make me better. Let's tell your boss that you're screwing up....
And that's...when I met the Spider. You know spiders weave those nets and try to catch stupid flies....those flies are the dreams and he caught my dreams...and ate them....
When the fairy came back from 'discussing my problems with a college' She told me she called my mother instead.
I looked her straight in the eye and said: "Why? I feel great, actually I have never felt better. All cured and all, good job! Excellent.." Okay maybe I only said the first part out loud, but I thought the rest.
With her chin high, she looked like a posh queen shaking her head down at her maid that had not cleaned her shoes properly. I felt like that maid too....utterly unbelievable that I just cleaned her shoes and thrown some glitter over it for good measure.
She didn't even react to my proclamation of miraculously healing. While still shaking her head at me she said: "No, this is not going to work at all....You are going to be admitted to a hospital as soon as possible...probably tomorrow, if not today."
Yes...she had great ideas and I wish I could have come back in time and thrown the glitter in her facing with my brilliant comeback: "No, it will take a week!"
Cause it did take a week....had to fool a teacher into believing that, no I couldn't take the test on Friday, but I would absolutely take it another time.
And when I was sitting on my mothers lap (because there weren't more chairs, not because I was a total head-case...although the spider must have been against that) in front of the spider, that I had never talked to before...he sealed the final nail into my little girls coffin...."She's going!"
And that was the spider with the short end....because I never talked to him again, but if you ask me, how come you got admitted when you were fourteen, I will always say the same....the spider was the one that stole my dreams over happily ever after...
Not a short end after all....phuh
When the fairy came back from 'discussing my problems with a college' She told me she called my mother instead.
I looked her straight in the eye and said: "Why? I feel great, actually I have never felt better. All cured and all, good job! Excellent.." Okay maybe I only said the first part out loud, but I thought the rest.
With her chin high, she looked like a posh queen shaking her head down at her maid that had not cleaned her shoes properly. I felt like that maid too....utterly unbelievable that I just cleaned her shoes and thrown some glitter over it for good measure.
She didn't even react to my proclamation of miraculously healing. While still shaking her head at me she said: "No, this is not going to work at all....You are going to be admitted to a hospital as soon as possible...probably tomorrow, if not today."
Yes...she had great ideas and I wish I could have come back in time and thrown the glitter in her facing with my brilliant comeback: "No, it will take a week!"
Cause it did take a week....had to fool a teacher into believing that, no I couldn't take the test on Friday, but I would absolutely take it another time.
And when I was sitting on my mothers lap (because there weren't more chairs, not because I was a total head-case...although the spider must have been against that) in front of the spider, that I had never talked to before...he sealed the final nail into my little girls coffin...."She's going!"
And that was the spider with the short end....because I never talked to him again, but if you ask me, how come you got admitted when you were fourteen, I will always say the same....the spider was the one that stole my dreams over happily ever after...
Not a short end after all....phuh
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