My friend John is an aspiring clown. He carries around six tattered juggling balls all day and trys to teach anyone he encounters his favorite pastime. He has wonderful hair; it's rather fluffy and sticks straight out in all directions (it's part of his clown love). He comes to school every day with a new story for me about riding his unicycle and entertaining children around his apartment. He has a lot of character, more than most. I love John.
The other day in class, while he was juggling, I looked in my hand mirror and jokingly said, "Gosh I'm gorgeous!" He continued to juggle and let out a little snicker. I caught one of the flying balls and threatened to hit him in the gut with it until he told me I was beautiful. He refused.
He juggled with the remaining balls until the end of class when I threw the ball with all my might at his midsection. It hit him and he let out a small grunt. Right before he walked out the door he said, "Trinitie, you are beautiful...in someone's eyes."
Despite the initial hurt that rose up, I fell in love with that statement. Everything in the world is beautiful in someone's eyes, even if it's only Satan's. I like the idea that nothing, not one thing is completely ugly.
Trinitie