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A man of easy smiles

I was standing around with two friends, waiting. Well, one friend. I had only met the other girl once. But in our situation nearly everybody was called a friend. I disliked that. Melanie was nice and had potential, but at this point I refused to see her as my friend. None of the people we were waiting for was a friend of mine. Melanie and Andrea said they were their friends, but in my eyes the greater part was merely more to them than Melanie was to me and some were total strangers. I didn’t know what to expect of them, or whether it was better not to expect anything at all and I was rather bored of waiting for them. Why couldn’t they be on time? Being late had always annoyed me.
It was a fresh, but sunny morning. A promising start of day. Not for the first time I asked myself if I shouldn’t have stayed at home. I would’ve loved to stretch out in the sun with a good book. But that was what I always did. Andrea had asked me again and again to join them at this and that and it had always ended with the result of me not being there. I had given her the best reason to stop inviting me, but so far she hadn’t. Some part of me was afraid she would. Therefor I was here. And to prove to myself that I wasn’t as antisocial as I made people think I was.
Andrea was moving around impatiently. She wasn’t used to wait for others. It was always her people had to wait for. Then finally they seemed to have discovered someone in the crowd. The girls welcomed him with delight. And he greeted me as cheerful as the other two and seemed not to care that we hadn’t met before. Stunned I introduced myself as to remind him that we were unfamiliar with each other. The stranger gave me a big smile and told me his name was Charlie.
Something about Charlie captured my attention even after the other ones arrived. I only had met one other person before and unfortunately it was someone I hadn’t liked too much at first meeting. I couldn’t be annoyed by her appearance for too long, cause my mind was busy figuring out Charlie. His person seemed to be liked by everybody. No other person rejoiced anybody as much as he did. Shortly after departing from our place of meeting I got the chance to have a little chat with him. And even though our talk was nothing more than billions of other first talks I had had before, I felt some sincere interest in my personality.
I spent a good quantity of the day observing my companions. Stranger or none stranger. But Charlie was by far the most interesting individual of the group. I could tell that he was somewhat older than myself and most of the others. But then again a certain youth and energy was surrounding him. I questioned my idea of his age over and over again. It wasn’t really of matter, but I was annoyed that I couldn’t figure it out without asking him.
It took me all day to finally realis what made me like him in an instant. We were sitting in a pub and over my beer I was looking at Charlie, who sat on the opposite of me. He caught my look and gave me a smile. A beautiful smile. Honest and warm. That was it! His smile! It was different from all the other smiles. He was smiling a lot I realized. Always at the right time. I knew a lot of people who were full of smiles. But their smiles weren’t as honest as his. His eyes lighted up when he smiled to go back to a thoughtful melancholy as soon as the smile faded. This melancholy captured me. Where did it come from? Had it been there all day? I remembered at least one moment I had seen it. An expression that promised personality. There was more about Charlie than his easy but charming smiles.

Long time no talk

„Hey everybody, we weren’t talking for a while. Hope you’re all good.” Annie knew that I was good. We had only talked the day before. But I answered her anyway. “Hey, yeah I’m good. How about the rest of you?” There had been an unusual silence between the four of us. I had only talked to Annie and between the lines I could read that she was worried. Worried that I was mad at Haley. That I refused to talk to her. Well I didn’t. But I also didn’t know what to tell her. I had the feeling that she was avoiding me. That could be wrong though.
There was no answer yet. Jen was probably busy. She usually was around this time. And Haley? I couldn’t tell. Maybe my feeling was not that bad after all. But what could I do about it? Say sorry? What for? Being unqualified of giving relationship advices? Well in her eyes …
Annie was for sure waiting for an answer from Haley’s side as well. Hoping that we’d break the silence.
To my surprise Jen answered a few minutes later. “Hey girls! I’m great. What are you up to? And where is Haley?” “I’m just having a break from writing. What about you? And I don’t have a clue. I thought she would be around.” “I just had my last patient. Am on my way home now. I thought the same. Maybe she’s just busy.” Or she was ignoring us. Most likely Jen was thinking so. “Oh you finished early today. That’s great!” “Hm yeah, but there’s work waiting for me at home. Need to go through some patient files. It’s rather annoying work.” “How long will it take you?” “Pretty much all evening and then there will still be work left for tomorrow. I’m always pushing the paperwork aside, till I can no longer ignore it.” “What kind of paperwork is it?” “Transferring my notes into the files and updating them. Totally boring.” I laughed. “That’s what it sounds like.” “So what were you writing on? I bet it’s a lot more interesting than my work?” “Just some article. Not very interesting I’m afraid. But I can send it to you all the same, if you want me to.” “Oh yes please. I enjoy reading your articles no matter what they’re about.” “Even if it was about watching the grass grow?” I asked her. That made her laugh. “I bet it would be a masterpiece.” “I’ll write something about it and you judge.” “Can’t wait for that. Hey where is Annie gone? I mean she started this conversation and now she’s gone.” “I’m not surprised. That’s just her way.” “You’re right I shouldn’t have been surprised either.”
“I’m still around girls! I’m at the airport and I was just checking in. Now I’ve got some free time till the boarding.” said Annie all of a sudden. Always a reply when you think she’s not around. It was as if she was there all the time, but chose her moments of reply by some weird criteria. Whatever her criteria were I hadn’t found out yet. “You’re at the airport? Where are you going?” I asked her. Actually it was no big surprise she was at the airport. She spent more time on planes than she did in her own home. Pilots and stewardesses must be treating her like an old friend. “I’m on my way to Germany.” she answered. “Oh what are you doing there? Are you gonna go and see a match?” Jen asked her. “I hope I’ll find some time for that. But well work is waiting for me. And of course my little Adeline.” “Are you picking her up?” I asked her. “Yes I am. And it’s about time she spent the longest time with David.” “Did David make any problems?” asked Jen. I had asked myself the same question and was already expecting the answer yes. “No for a change he didn’t make any problems. Well so far. We’ll see what happens when I’m there. I just hate the fact that I always have to expect problems with him. As if I wouldn’t have other things to worry about. But well Adeline needs her father in her life and therefor I have to deal with him.”

Why did he do that?

“Girls, are you around? I need to talk.” I looked at the message on my phone. It was twenty minutes old. With relief I noticed that there were more missed messages. So she had received answer already. But it was about time that I joined the conversation. I had a feeling that something was absolutely wrong with Haley. And I had a guess what it could be.
I opened the first message and went to the start of the conversation. Jen had answered Haley only five minutes ago. I didn’t miss much. They had started the conversation with the usual phrases and therefor Jen had only asked what was wrong with Haley. I saw that Haley was typing in her next message. If I said hi now she’d most probably delete the message to greet me and we’d have to ask her again. So I waited.
“It’s Victor. I don’t know what to do with him. I’m so mad at him I could cry.” I knew it! It was always Victor. I was weirdly annoyed with him by now. Not because I heard too much of him lately, but because he treated my friend not the way she deserved to be treated. I was on the best way to hate that guy I had never met. “What did he do?” I asked and added the obligatory greetings. “Hi Jacky, good to have you here. Yeah Haley, what did he do this time?” Jen must have been as annoyed as I was. I knew that she never really trusted him in the first place. The moment Haley had mentioned him first she seemed to hold back her negative feelings towards him. Haley had been so over the moon that she never noticed and now it didn’t bother her. “I told you that there is this new play that made us work together. And one of the actresses, Tanja, was trying on a dress. I was making sure that there were no changes needed. Victor was supposed to try his costume on right after.” she said. “I bet he came too early, did he?” I asked her. “He did.” She answered. I was waiting for more and Jen seemed to do the same. “He just came in and stared at Tanja. Then he told her how beautiful looking she was in that dress, but he’d like it better if she wasn’t wearing it.” “He said that right in front of you?” I asked in disbelieve. “He’s such an idiot.” Was all Jen said. “And that’s not even all.” “It’s not? What else happened?” I had asked myself the same question. “Well as you can imagine I was quite mad, but I didn’t want to make a scene or anything. So I just told time that it wasn’t yet his turn and he should wait outside. Instead he just said “I bet it doesn’t bother Tanja. Does it?” and he started undressing.” “He did not!” said Jen. “He did! I swear I could’ve thrown something at him.” “I would have.” “And how did he say it?” I asked Haley. “What you mean how did he say it? It doesn’t matter. We all know him, we know why he did that. And he fucking undressed in front of that Tanja girl, only to make Haley go mad.” “Well they’re actors. I’d say it’s not that unusual for them to get changed while somebody is watching. And most of them anyway have less problems with showing their bodies. So it might have meant nothing to him.” I answered her. “Well there’s a truth about that. So what did he say it like, Haley? By the way hi girls.” said Annie. Perfect timing. United forces against the bad guy.
“He was having this stupid grin on his face. And he winked at her. But before he started undressing he gave me this look. I felt so bad and I couldn’t even have told you why. I mean why was he doing that anyway? Just to hurt me?” This was one of the hardest moments in our friendship. The moments you know your friends are feeling bad and you just want to hug them, but you can’t because they’re miles away.
“I’m sorry honey. And I know I’m repeating myself, but maybe you should leave him.” “Yes Haley, just leave him. He’s no good for you.” agreed Jen. “Annie and Jen are right, he hurts you on purpose. That’s not what a relationship should be like.”
“What do you even know about relationships, Jacky!” Haley told me. That hit home.

A man like Mario

„I just want a man like Mario.“ said Haley. I couldn’t exactly remember how we got there, but it was no news to me that Haley fancied Mario. We started talking about our team and the player, then went on to player we lost to different teams and here we are again talking about the Ex-Bayern- Beau Mario Gomez. His move to Fiorentina seems to be ages ago and still you find enough fans moaning about it as if it just happened. Mostly female fans. And the stories ranked around his move make it an even better topic to keep alive.
I’ve heard of lots of fans that follow him and his new team now to see how he was doing. Again, mostly female fans. Haley was one of them. As far as I could tell she tried to see him play as often as she could.
“But you don’t even know him.” I told her. “But look at him! He’s so handsome and all.” “I’ve heard he’s arrogant. Actually I heard that a lot. I can’t tell, I haven’t met him. But what if it’s true?” “Then he’s at least nice to look at.” Haley laughed. “Ah come on, you can’t be serious.” “Why not?” For a second I asked myself the same question. Why not? Because society tells us personality should always be worth more than looks? Because of something people say and then don’t give a shit about it? It is her personal decision and nobody should question it. But it bothered me. It didn’t feel right and I could at least give her my reasons. Not that they were very original …
“What do you want with a man with good looks, but a shitty personality?” “Great looks.” she said. “What if he is really, really stupid? Wouldn’t that annoy you?” “Probably yes.” She laughed again.
“I’d be so annoyed. Couldn’t deal with a stupid man. Hi girls!” said Jen all of a sudden. I sent the message I had just finished. “What if he treats you badly? Could his looks make that up?” Then I added: “Jen! You are there. How are you today?” Haley showed a similar reaction. “Hi Jen, nice to see you. How are you doing?” Her next message was an answer on my previous question. “And Jacky, I guess I’d be a little annoyed.” “I’m with Jacky looks can’t make up a bad personality. You need a good combination of both. And I’m doing fine. Just came back home.” “Thanks Jen! By the way I don’t even think he is that good looking.” “WHAT?” Haley’s reaction was pure shock. “He looks alright. Doesn’t hurt to look at him, but handsome? Nah, not really.” “You are joking, aren’t you?” asked me Haley. Jen was only laughing. “No I’m serious.” “What’s wrong with you? How can you not … I mean he’s beautiful.” “Not everybody can fancy him, Haley.” Jen said. “That’s true.” “And I’m one of those who doesn’t” I said. “I’m really shocked right now.” “No need to be, love.” “Yeah, now you know that you don’t have to fear Jacky stealing him from you Haley.” We all laughed. “He’s all yours.” I told Haley. “Hey what about me?” asked Jen. “Do you fancy him too, Jen?” asked Haley. And at the same time I asked: “Do you want him?” “Naaaaa, not really. Besides if his personality is shit his looks don’t matter anyway.” “Sounds like he is all yours Haley.” She laughed. “Great.” “So you can deal with a bad personality?” asked Jen. “To be honest, no. I want a good guy. But with the right looks. So a man who looks like Mario and is kind and all.” “I’m glad to hear this matters to you. And could still be that Mario actually is beautiful on the inside.” I said. “Yeah you are right.” “And if not …. Well, looks are enough for a one-night stand.”

 

The Fresh Prince

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„Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down. And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there, I’ll tell you ..” how I became friends with the Fresh Prince of Nowhereland.

If you followed my posts lately you might have read about my best friend Penny and because I’m absolutely fortunate I got another best friend: Will! The Fresh Prince.
Will and Penny are friends as well. They know each other longer than they know me. They both went to school together with my brother. I got to know Will, because he was friends with my brother. They used to hang out quite often, but we never really talked. He was just that guy who used to come by. When I changed school I found myself on the bus with Will every morning. But we were a large group and so we knew each other, but still didn’t know each other at all.
What I could tell about Will at that time was that he was different from anybody I knew. Being around him always meant fun. He could joke around in the most charming way. And then again he was simply fresh.
To be a fresh prince you obviously need to be fresh. Will Smith is the cheekiness in person. He’s witty and always has a funny line in store. Will simply says whatever he wants. But with all his cheekiness nobody every feels offended by him. In the end you know exactly that he’s only joking. He is a tease, but usually knows when to stop. Nobody is safe from him. And in return he can take the banter as well. But why is he a prince? It’s simple. Because of his charming nature. There’s something about him, something different, something special, something superior. The masses come together to make him their prince.
And the masses came together. Will is the uncrowned prince of Nowhereland. He takes it with the natural gratitude of a royal. And his people don’t even realise they gave him a position of honor.
There’s always talk and stories about him, but he couldn’t care less. Sometimes the stories are self-created. A result of one of his jokes. He can laugh about all the rumors, but in case one should bother him, well as a prince he can always count on a bunch of people fighting for him.  Then again he is well capable of fighting his own wars and too willing to fight for his loved ones as well. He would always back up the weak and never fear anybody, or anything.
Who wouldn’t want a best friend like that? Lucky me made best friends with the coolest guy on earth. Well at least in Nowhereland.
At this point you must think that I stole my brothers friend. But that’s wrong. My brother and Will barely ever saw each other when we became close friends. And to be fair we simply made the better match. We are just as crazy as the other one.
Our friendship started the moment Joey brought Will to our unicycle training. Exactly Will is the one friend I mentioned in Joey’s story. Our friendship is based on our love for unicycles. We now had something that united us. It brought us together every more often. And then before I even knew what was going on we were best friends. We saw each other every single day. Will was the first person I talked to in the morning. Or better said the first person, that was allowed to talk to me. We saw each other on every single day. We had the greatest of time together. If I think of my teenagedays there’s always Will and Joey on my mind. I spent more time with them then with anybody else. Not even Penny. It was always the three of us. Hanging out. Doing the crazy, funny stuff that we do. We had the greatest of times.
I can’t express how grateful I am for his friendship. How dearly I love him. And how much he means to me. I couldn’t ask for a more honest, more caring and more loyal friend. I feel more myself when I’m with him and I hope he will always remain as my best friend to remind me of who I am.
As soon as he reads this he will probably send me a message with some witty line. And I will laugh and for once tell him how much I love him.
I miss him!

Our group

“Hea girls, how are you all doing?” “Hi Haley. I’m doing great. How about you?” “Brilliant. What about you, Jen? Annie?” “I’m so exciteeeeed!” answered Jen. Annie remained silent. Now that Jen mentioned it I felt the excitement within myself. The game would soon start and as so often the girls and I came together just in time. Just seconds later Haley confirmed that she was just as excited. “I know! Just like me. Can’t wait for the game to start.” “I wish it would start already.” Jen said. “Same here.” Annie brought in. “Does one of you know who’s playing?” she asked. “Yeah good question. Who’s going to play?” Haley said. “Well I don’t know. Jacky?” “No major changes to the last match. But does it really matter? All our boys are great.” I told them. And it was as I said. We had a great team and could easily replace an injured player. But of course we all had our favorites. “And there comes Manu. Awwww I think he forgot his Nutella.” Jen said. The girls started laughing. “I’m telling you Jen, he hates that stuff.” “Nooooo Jacky, don’t say that. How could anybody hate Nutella?” “I’m with Jen. Love, love, love it!” I saw that coming. It wasn’t the first time we discussed this and Haley was always the first one to declare her love for Nutella. But I was pretty sure that both of the girls would swap her jars of Nutella for Manu any time. And as so often there was no word from Annie. She would just pick the topic back up later again. “He used to love it, then he ate too much, got sick and now he hates it.” I said as serious as I could, never believing they would buy that. The girls started laughing again. “No way. Poor Manu.” Jen said in a break of laughter. “How do you know?” asked me Haley. “Oh the last time I talked to him on the phone I mentioned that some of his fans mean to send him Nutella and said “Oh no! Please, lord! No more of that stuff.” And then he explained me what happened to him. So girls, you can keep the Nutella for yourself.” I earned more laughter. “But no …. He seems so happy with his Nutella.” Jen finally said and Haley was quick to agree with her. “Well besides being a brilliant keeper, he also seems to be a great actor then.” “A brilliant keeper, indeed. He’s the best. And I agree with you Jen. How couldn’t you like it and he indeed seems happy with it.” Annie said totally unexpected. She always seems to be lost and then she is suddenly back in the conversation. “Oh look, the rest of the team is warming up. Hurry up guys. I wanna see the game!” Haley said. And as I was looking on the TV screen I saw that she was right. On both sides of the field player were warming up. Red and white. The camera zoomed in an showed a well-known face. “Bastian promised me a goal.” I told the girls with a wink. “Oh my god, that would be so awesome.” Annie replied. “What about Thomas? I’d love to see him score.” She added. “Yeah, what about Thomas? I want a Müller goal.” Jen agreed. “Me too!” “I didn’t get to talk to him. I’m sorry.” I said. “Oh no, too bad. But maybe he’ll score anyway.” Jen said with a smile. “I hope so. Did you talk to anybody else, Jacky?” Haley asked me. “No only Manu and Bastian. And I couldn’t have asked Manu to score, could I?” “But I bet he would love to.” Jen said and Haley and I joined her laughter.
“Could they please just start the game? I can’t wait any longer. I feel like I’m gonna explode, because I’m so excited.” Haley said. “Same here. I’m tired and excited at the same time. I’m glad I got you girls to keep me awake.” “Oh yeah right, it’s late at yours, isn’t it? What time is it again?” Haley asked. I looked at the clock and answered for Jen. “It’s half past ten at Jen’s.” “That’s right Jacky.” I knew there was a two hour difference between the two of us and six hours between me and the other two. “Oh I hate these time differences. I keep forgetting what time it is at your places.” “I agree with you Haley. I wish we were all in the same place.”
And this was something I could only agree on.

House!

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Dr. Gregory House is probably the coolest Doctor ever. Throughout the series House (Hugh Laurie) is pictured as the brilliant asshole. He makes inappropriate jokes, doesn’t care about his patients at all, but in the end he finds a solution to every medical problem.
If I was sick and nobody could tell me what’s wrong with me, I’d love a Doctor like House. Well actually I’d go and see him anytime. If you ask me he’s not that bad after all. He’s just very good at hiding the good inside of him. House makes it seem as if he is not interested in dealing with his patients, because he doesn’t need to see them to heal them and because they would lie about their stories anyway. But truth be told the main reason he doesn’t want to deal with them is, because they would become real persons and that would make it harder if he fails to help them. Often enough the first time his patients get to see him is the moment that he finally found out what’s wrong with them and how he could help them. Helping his patients is more than a game for him. He does care.
He puts on a show, that’s all. He makes fun of his friends and the people close to him, but only to cover how much he needs them. His best friend Wilson is well aware of that.
So in the end House is brilliant man with a great humor and a caring personality and a good friend. He’s more sensitive than he’ll ever admit. And less of an asshole than most see in him.
All in all Dr. House is one of my favorite characters on TV.
The better that I got my own House. Well my House is not a doctor, but her head is probably just as bright. And you read it right: her! My House is female. And I don’t think anybody would call her an asshole.

We met at the university. She was the friend of a newly made friend. I recall the day we first met very well. It was a day full of excitement, nervousness and great fun. And it was the start of amazing friendships.
It was the last day of our first semester. The day before spring break. And also the day we wrote our last exam. We were studying the same, but managed not to meet ever before. The plan was: Get the exam done, then meet up with my new friend and her friend and later on meet some of my friends to celebrate the end of exams. I didn’t know what to expect of House, so I didn’t expect anything. I ended up having a great time. Those two gave me the feeling I could be myself and I talked as much as I hadn’t in a really long time. It was so easy having a good time with them. We spent a lot longer sitting together than we had actually planned. And when I finally went to meet up with my other friends I was quite sad that they couldn’t join me. The day ended not even half as good as I thought is would. We had fun, but I had more fun with my new friends.
No need to tell you that after the spring break I found myself in a new community. I kept in touch with the friends I made in the first semester, but my new friends meant a lot more to me. We were sticking together like glue. House turned into a very important person in my life. And she still is. The group we found ourselves in was more than just friends. We were “the gang” as one of the guys called us. All of the gang members were far away from home and family. We were all studying the same and so we spent pretty much all our time together. We were friends and family at the same time. House was my sister. And she never let me down. We could fight, but never be mad at each other. I’m not even sure if we ever had a serious fight. I guess I should remember if we did.

House is …. Well she is special. She always says that’s sort of offending, but I don’t think it is. She can hardly see all the wonderful things about herself. And she tries her best not to show how sensitive she is. But I love this side about her. I love how caring she is. I love her sense of humor. And I love her brilliant mind. She got a special place in my heart. And she always will.
And besides … my House got no drug addiction.

The Joey in my life

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What is a Joey? Or who is Joey? The answer is simple. Joey is a friend of mine. And Joey is a character of the TV show “Friends” played by Matt LeBlanc. “Friends” belongs to the must-have-seens of TV history. If you have never heard of it you probably don’t own a TV. Or a computer. Or a radio. Let’s say you are not living on this planet. There’s no way around it.
So what is the TV Joey like? Well … let’s say he is thick as a wall. He keeps you wondering how he gets along in life.  Sometimes I don’t know rather I should laugh or shake my head in disbelieve. But through it’s comedy I usually decide on laughing. That fictional character won’t fell hurt about that anyway.
But Joey is more than that. When you look behind the stupidity you’ll find a kind heart. He is without any doubt a good person and a loyal friend. The kind of friend, you can call in the middle of the night and be sure that he’ll come and pick you up wherever you are. The friend, that will fight for you and your honor whenever needed. And the friend, that will help you wherever he can. That is Joey. That is the kind of friend the Gang is lucky to have.

And my Joey? I mentioned him earlier. I met him in school when I had just moved to Nowhereland. Back in second grade I would’ve never thought that we would become such great friends. We were school mates, but at that age pretty much everybody you know is your mate. We weren’t very close. In fact our mothers were much better friends than we were. He then changed school and for quite a while I didn’t hear anything of him. I didn’t even meet him in our tiny village.
One day his mother called. Of course I thought she wanted to speak my mum, but no. She told me that she heard I had a unicycle and that they were forming a group and if I was interested I could join them. I did and that was a great decision. That group didn’t only bring me and Joey back together again, another friendship also benefitted from it.
We did something special together. We had a good time and soon decided to spend more time together. As a group. The crazy weirdos hanging out together.
When I think of Joey a lot of great memories come back to my mind. We spent our teenage years together and I’m happy we did. I couldn’t have had a better time.
And in Joey I found a loyal and true friend. I am certain he would fight for me whenever I needed him to. And in his case I always shake my head in disbelieve ….