Ego, Love is blind and beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
Ego stretched and yawned it been winter for so long and he had missed the Northern Hemispheres summer which he was slight cross as for the second year in a row England had a scorching summer. Whilst the season he had accidently fallen asleep in only had two in the Southern Hemisphere and was known locally as not so hot and not so cold.
He himself had quite decided on that one yet as he had spent more time in one than the other and was trying to rectify this. Today was the first day of spring or the first day of autumn both in their own right beautiful and he if honest preferred the four seasons (the music of Vivaldi started playing in his head) to the Two which again he was still out on.
So what to do with the day did he want a hardy breakfast or would he rather lay in bed reading the Sunday papers a habit which he had picked up several centuries ago now days news travelled fast and as most humans were constantly attached to some media device he was never far awake from gossip or even scandal.
Now Ego did like a debate in any shape or form especially when he could manipulate the outcome. However, as of late he was possibly losing his touch as he seemed to be getting right and heart into the matter and then Humans UN predictable as always through a spanner in the works.
He did like paper and books he loved the smell and feel also they didn’t require recharging like many devices of the 21st century. Though his eyes had lessened over the years he found that using either a monocle or a large spy glass made him look interesting at a push and he wanted to blend in a small pair of spectacles sat on the end of his small pointed nose and he kept them there so again he could appear interesting either looking down or raising his eyes up looking around when he heard some juicy gossip he could use at a later date.
On the whole what Ego loved more than anything was to make mischief? Something, which over the centuries he had become increasingly apt at yet as many times he had attempted to succeed was often thwarted at the pipping post only to either walk away with a sore head or somehow he got distracted and caught up and the whole episode which in the beginning was a sure cert ended up being pipped at the post leaving him to slip away licking his wounds.
This time he thought he be clever not box clever but at least listen and get the full information and not having the wool pooled over his eyes.
There were always certain places and events. As like himself he could easily find a shallow soul to do his dirty work and yet for some reason over time his own elemental make up was slowly changing and he though he didn’t realise was slowly becoming part of the human race. Even though he called himself Him depending on company he could easily be described as She, Them or It he didn’t have a problem with how he was viewed as long as someone anyone could relate to his energy which contained all genders and objectives depending on the event at the time.
The title didn’t matter unless he had to fly then the passport would fit the person or he takes another route. Again he didn’t need a passport as his travel process was often like his thought process delayed and yet airports and ferry terminals when delays struck was a perfect place to pick up a good lots of dirt for his next victim or endeavours which ever came first.
He scanned first the local paper looking for gossip if that failed Social media never really let him down he was not so parcelled to the celebrity media shows for one he didn’t like the idea of eating worms or being a pit of snake and spiders. He wasn’t one for the creepy crawly events he rather just sits and listens to someone having a good bit.h. Ego tried not to swear he didn’t like bad language as he felt it was really just another way to fling dirt he preferred to use big words or quotes with meanings that could be taken either way. This also acted as a defence or even an advantaged depending on the understanding of the suitor who used it. (He was still sore about The Box and how it used him he had such plans, that blooming Pandora had a lot to answer for.)
He found himself at the Mall in one corner sat 2 women drinking coffee. Perfect the thought even better would be a third as women loved to talk about the one who had left to go to the bathroom or even better to stare at the cakes in the display giving them even better opportunity to make a remark or two. Their friend and colleague returns with a huge smile on their face. The second woman left to go get another drink and as magic the remaining pair takes the opportunity to remark about her. The thing that Ego loved the most was that each of them was obvious to their own departure each believed to be the one who was feeling the power and the one up man ship of the conversation. Ego for these reason loved three people conversations. (He recently seen a very old fashioned black and white movie called School for Scoundrels and was keen to try out some of the moves that were made.)
As they relaxed their postures Ego edge slowly closer they were caught up with two statements the first being love is blind (Chaucer's Merchant's Tale, circa 1405) the second being that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Ego listened with interest he had heard both these statements previously but he hadn’t really understood either.
Why was love blind and beauty in the eyes of the beholder such a strange yet intriguing subject?
The taller of the two women was the first to speak she said that Tracey was blinded by love and could not see the wood for the trees.
That she refuses to see anything bad in her current relationship even though the guy she was seeing was already seeing someone else behind her back.
The second woman then added her own views her response was that she liked a pretty face that was what you got when beauty was in the eyes of the beholder she was so loved up that she could not see the nose on her own face.
Ego did not understand wood and trees and noses on faces how could these two simple remarks add up to the two quotes which had been used for centuries as deep meaning full expressions of love being turned into such unusual points of view.
He felt like the Grinch at Christmas for a few seconds he scratched his head. Surely he should feel happy that mischief was being successful and it wasn’t even his own doing.
Sadly enough no he wasn’t and for the first time in a very long and maybe it had never happened before he thought of the Box and that hope was saved and he was glad she was.
Ego thought I am getting soft in my old age. I am becoming a romantic. Love and Charity smiled. The sun appeared and the day was warm and suddenly Ego felt sleepy and the next thing he knew he was fast asleep.
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Annielise 1st September 2019 the latest escapades of Ego and his relationships with the Human Race.
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