The phone rang. I was still in bed. I got up, picked up the reciever. "I am pissed off," my mother was shouting, I had scarcly said my name. The reason: I have forgotten to take a picture of them both together(father and mother) at the party. They are on the pictures but only with others. My father told me to take a picture of each guest, so that they can send it afterwards. It is not that easy not to forget one person out of 31. I was so busy following this wish that I really have forgotten to take more pictures of them. They counted the pictures: "E. and his mother are on 12 pictures and we have not one picture of us." And so on, and so on. 40 min. Now it is clear, this was the last invitation to a party. When they do not have pictures afterwards, they won't make a party anymore.
I reflect on taking pictures. It is a difficult job to take pictures of people. Me including, we all think of us as most beautiful beings. Pictures often show something else. They show our ugliness. My bf use to say: Wait 10 years and then you will like this photo. It is difficult to meet the expectations of others who often do not know them precisly. But afterwards they know that the expectations are not fulfilled.
Right now the heater gets repaired. I had my first cup of coffee.
Advice of my bf: Go out for breakfast, read in a book that you like and don't think about it.
I think I wrote already too much today.
Thoughts, thoughts, nothing but ever-changing thoughts.
I am not responsible for the fellings of anybody in this world.