Second Soliloquy
A journey into the mindscape...
Blatant Disregard of Tradition
Today, I bought a white rose from the COOP (pronounced co-op), a white rose which, unfortunately, is destined to wilt and die without a recipient. My plan was not to give it to anyone, insist that I bought it for myself, and see what people's reactions would be. Most people who eventually asked who I was supposed to give the rose to (and to whom I gave the appropriate response, as previously stated) couldn't make sense of the situation. Some just went along with my decision just fine. In the end, my conclusion is this: if you buy flowers on Valentine's day (or proabably any day), it's assumed that you're going to give it away. Well, it is Valentine's day, would you expect any less?After a long, hard day, I decided to gave the white rose a name. Actaully, a friend gave me the idea, naming it Cosette. I call her Eponine. Eponine is a character in Les Miserables (Cosette too, actually), which we're taking up in English this quarter. Although she's in love with her friend Marius, it's Cosette who ends up being the lucky girl. Marius and Cosette eventually get married, and Eponine... well, I think I'll just let you read the book or watch the play somewhere. Anyway, that's the way my lovelife (to the public, proabably unknown or unnoticed, and yes, I have one people) is turning out. That's why I call the rose Eponine. I'll leave it up to you to figure out who's who and what and why and where. That's a secret... hopefully only those who know will be able to figure it out.
