… she lives a very quiet life. She gets up usually around 7 am, makes breakfast for her son and coffee for herself. After getting her son ready and waving him off, she usually does a work-out. Always the same routine…she likes routines. Her life is utter chaos so best to hold onto something dependable. Sometimes she works out earlier. In fact it is often on a personal to-do-list – rising early…preferably by 6 am. But she is too tired, and give in. It is in fact not like her at all. But then the good characters she once possessed are all but gone.
She goes to work, has meetings, make calls. She picks up her son at exactly quarter past three. When she gets home she makes him something to eat and depending on the day and needs, she will either play some games with him, cook or work. She tries to have an early dinner. It’s better for her digestion. She once had a health scare, which makes her take a bit extra care of herself…sleep, food, exercise….the usual.
Her symptoms from that episode are still lingering. She won’t say she suffers, as suffering is relative and she doesn’t like to be seen as a victim…whatever the ailment or infliction. But it is the reason she may walk with a slight limp or even loose her balance momentarily. Nerve damage…it is what it is, and in a way she is happy she has it. Life took on a different meaning ever since.
She makes sure her son has a bath, plays a few games in bed…often Memory…his memory is better than hers. She reads a bedtime story which may be followed by a history documentary, but then her son is already falling asleep. She continues working in bed. She never, I repeat NEVER watch TV. In fact she can’t stand this hailed piece of electronic. Everything that is watched belongs invariably to two categories: documentaries or films. They are always watched on her Mac…a 13 inch, compact device. It suits in her handbag with ease. Often of the Mulberry kind.
She is a terrible chef. She can’t cook even if her life depended on it. She would consider herself a good friend but she has difficulties with discussing issues. After all it is true that “he is probably just not that into you”. She would advice her fellow sisters to divorce their heart from their mind. She has, and she feels so much better for it. So she loves…with her mind only…the only exception being her children.
She favours Chianti over Bordeaux, but yet considers herself a francophile. She is also a bibliophile, although she has been slacking on that department as of late. She has difficulties with emotions, and need distance from people. Physically as well as emotionally. Perhaps its down to her Scandinavian roots. She once read about the correlation of density per square kilometre versus personal space. Only the Inuit people would make a fair opponent.
She likes to play games – not the computer variety mind – in fact she de-installed Candy Crush, albeit finding it a psychologically fascinating experience. She likes games when she has an advantage which gives a certain kick…chess, billiard (although she didn’t pay much attention to the rules).
She has a fascination for psychopaths, perhaps a too personal one some might say. But well and truly it stems from her childhood library being filled with medical and psychoanalytical literature.
So she finds the bizarre, the gruesome, the dark and loathsome strangely thrilling. It is perhaps the time her heart does engage with her mind. It makes her sad. Yes…melancholy she can often feel, but it rarely goes deep enough beyond minor tremors. She needs to listen to classical music for hour on hour and read the saddest of stories to get that spark again. The proof that she has feelings – like everybody else – after all…
Oh, and right now, she is wearing Shocking by Schiaparelli.