With little interest

Oh god here she comes again, I listen with little interest as she laments on her quite lofty yet unscrumptious situation in life, see the thing is she is pampered through and through , with little interest she remarks on the latest exquisite painting she had acquired from la museum du paris , for a meagre amount of $36000

“you know i must quite admit it took me some time to recuperate from the horrific incident two nights ago” she laments once again

“go on marie” i urge her to continue,

” my most recent maid and masseuse all the way from indonesia-sita broke my cartier decorated mirror” she takes a sip of her very healthy looking lime water in a lady like manner

 you see Marie Gilles – Harris, daughter of a french multi millionaire and wife to a hollywood celebrity she met in Ibiza is currently seated across me as it happens every few weeks.

 “Although my husband has already requested for a new one , i couldn’t help but think que fais tu  sita ?, et elle dit desolee mademoiselle harris”   she wipes a mock tear, if her waterproof eyeshadow and beautiful blue eyes would have none of it

” can you imagine this uneducated brat had the gut to say she was sorry” marie ranted

I  took a sip of water from my own glass and wondered off thinking if only you knew “ma cherie mari tu est le brat ici”, this leads her on to rambling,  i suppose while i drank the bland lemon water.

Marie is friends with me because we are from the same school and were so different in school back then , both being together had let me to meeting marie, coincidentally

 “sophia imagine the gall of that asian girl in Jakarta who thought that i was bland and white” she continued

 Apalled at her racist nature , i had to admit juanita was south american from Brazil not Indonesia.

“but marie , juanita was a nice girl to you and she was Brazillian” i pointed the facts

“whatever, ‘je te dit’ ( i tell you )  she was a spoilt girl who thought she  was hardworking”  marie elaborated

Actually juanita went to a $30,000 private school on a scholarship maybe that was her mistake.

why do i still put up with marie some ask ?

because simply put ‘she puts up with me not the other way around’

I have very little interest in most things as you may have noted, an air of arrogance perhaps

” oh marie elle n’est pas importante , lets not waste another moment on her, call that silly maid of yours i need more water”

how endearing  ‘i loved and encouraged myself to work a little ‘

“so lazy sophie the bottle is right in front of you,  go ahead and refill that glass” marie observes

“tu dit ? ( you say ? )  i work atleast and i operate a charity for poor dark babies of lazy parents in Africa country”  i retort

 well ‘vraiement ( truly ) i work as a model and face of chanel I’m sophie Del souza, half french -Italian daughter of a conglomerate multi millionaire so i can sleep if i wished.

I can assure you,  our evening passed by with little interest as poor servants made a lofty dinner which marie and i scrutinized and had a few pins of.

hey everyone today I’m  trying a short story

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Fore sight

Deja vu or what?  I don’t know but staying alone makes you over think sometimes and make assumptions, perhaps even performing the maths.
It happens also that you are surrounded by people yet you are still alone, maybe I am too deep, I admit I am not superficial on the surface understanding ish of situations, but I always find something to think of……. maybe my life.
Reflections can be good but when you replay one single episode over and over to identify every little detail, you either find faults in yourself or other people.
Most likely yourself not other’s especially if you suffer from low esteem and episodes of depression.
You constantly try to assume, maybe too much International baccalaureate (IB) science textbooks lead to such mathematics of every scenario and the possible outcomes to a situation.
To each his own, reflective or refractive of each scenario in life, just a piece of my heart. ♥
Bye!
I would like to dedicate this post to Aisha💗 My friend who encouraged me to keep my blog despite University study

salma Babani