Ei mäletagi, millal viimati midagi inglise keeles kirjutasin… Aga parandused on teretulnud 😉
There’s a girl. She’s a good girl, always having good intentions, never wanting bad to ohters. She’s got good friends and they know her as a calm, joyful and caring person. But she’s got a problem too. She always makes mistakes. Whatever she starts, ends up with bigger or smaller flaw in it. It’s almost like a curse, but it’s not because of her bad luck, but only because of herself. There are two possibilities – she does not understand the real meaning at all, or she misunderstands. And this of course affects her conduct – thinking, acting, communicating… When talking to somebody she never gets away without misunderstandings. There’s always something that she just missed or didn’t understand or caught wrong or didn’t notice. Though usually it does not come out because of the lack of importance.
But that doesn’t mean she always fails. Oh no, she is sometimes almost perfect. But that’s mainly because of her luck. She’s a really lucky girl, that’s why it’s wrong to say she’s cursed. Some of her friends envy her luck, but most of them think she’s a clever – well ok not clever but normal – girl, but they don’t know her so well. Close people care about her alot and never let her fall. She has got possibilities to do what she likes to. She is healthy, she has never been seriously ill or injured. She knows well her likes and dislikes. She has got her own dreams, she dreams a lot. But she has no idea how to achieve her ambitions in real life. She’s got only some vague hazy idea how it should be and how it should not. Sometimes she just looks at the people and detects who are pointless and who nearly perfect. No, she doesn’t mean some people are pointless, but she just doesn’t like some people, just their way of thinking and their attitude. She looks at the nearly perfect people, she wishes to be like them and by them.
Well she’s a good, quiet and lucky girl, who has a tendency to misunderstand and to do things wrong. She doesn’t know what the trouble is – she has never been into any. She’s afraid of trouble, but what can she do? Against her absence of mind…
But once it was a serious thing that she misunderstood. She acted wrong but didn’t tell anybody (because it didn’t even come to her mind that it was wrong).
Somebody got killed.
One morning she woke up finding herself in prison. She was told to have caused the death of somebody. And she realised what she had done, of course not enirely (she was the kind of person who never understood things entirely). But she was sad. She never wanted bad to others, the least killing somebody. However, she felt her punishment was fair. After all, is there any difference between intended crime or accidental crime? It’s still a crime. Why are criminals kept in prison, and why do people fight against violence and criminality? To avoid next happening. And right now they should send her home and tell her to be more careful next time. But they don’s send criminals home to be less violent next time. She cannot be someone else, she’s the same girl who forgets and misunderstands everything. She cannot be more careful, even if she really wants to.
Maybe that’s why she admits that her right place is in prison – not because she could cause another death (no it’s not very likely to happen), but because there’s no use of her anyway, only trouble. Of course here, her dreams can not become true, but at least she feels no physical pain, they feed her and take care of her. She should be satisfied. She could never have her dreams come true because of her personality. So she must appreciate all that she has got and not want things she cannot have – isn’t it the basis of happiness? But for her, happiness means something else. Happiness is when can do what you most whant to do, and do it good. And be with people you most admire. But if you make mistakes on every step, and forget the important, you cannot do what you most like to. Thus cannot be with the people you admire, cause you don’t reach their level. Stay right at your place, because if you have found your place, you have found happiness.
I’m sorry for that girl,
but can’t help it.