Expectations - translated
Category: Randomness | 6 Comments | Posted 16:24OK I was bored so rather than doing something useful, I translated that text from last night so my English-speaking readers can enjoy it too without relying on crappy Babelfish. 
She got home late, long after midnight. Everyone at home was asleep. She tiptoed upstairs, crushing a moth on her way. She was glad she didn't meet anyone. No one had the right to interfere with what she considered her very own life - miserable as it was, mediocre at best, it was still a life.
She lived. What else could she do? What else was there to do. Nothing - there were always other people's expectations to meet. Those Others who had their very precise ideas of what she should be, and what she should want. No, she could never satisfy them, ever. Even though she was trying her best to want what she was supposed to want.
She wondered why she was still trying to impress them. It had become a reflex rather than a real desire. It was wrong of her to worry so much about other people's opinions. She knew that, and still she couldn't completely ignore them. After all it was other people that made her a person. [...] a personality that did not worry about what they said about her. One day she would manage.
BTW the French text is very much inspired by Je Vole by Michel Sardou. I noticed some references last night, and just realised that there are even more than I thought. I'm such a sad copycat! 
Sounds like a passage from a book. 
I want to read the whole thing. lol
*agrees with Lo*
Posted by: Vega at December 9, 2003 06:21 PMLOL I'm sure I did intend to write sth longer when I started. then probably grew bored
Be lovely
Posted by: The BML at December 9, 2003 04:38 PM