Greek Goddessing, or the Day NBI Bought a Dress…

… And it wasn’t a black one! Can you imagine? I’ve got seven black dresses, two that have a print, but are still somewhat black, and now I’ve got one for the summer that’s entirely colour. Because of a good saleswoman, I also bought a necklace and sandals that go with the dress. And now people are telling me I look like a Greek goddess. Hey, there are worse things to hear, believe me. Apparently, I have a Greek nose as well. I disagree, as I don’t like my nose and it’s definitely not as beautiful as the noses of those ancient statues, but at least I get to wear clothes, and they are being stared at the entire day while they are naked.

I found the term ‘Greek goddess’ a bit too vague though, so after a little brainstorming I decided that there are a few goddesses I would want to be:

Terpsichoring.

* Terpsichore. She’s the Muse of dance, so I guess you can figure out why I choose her. Not that the dress gives enough freedom to really dance, but it makes your walk more… feminine? Dance-like? Either way, this would be my absolute dream job, being the goddess of dance.

*Artemis. She’s got a bow and arrows. Enough said! I don’t really like hunting though. But she’s brave, you know, she can stand up for herself. Which is pretty emancipated. And that’s great. She’s also the goddess of the moon, and let’s face it: the moon is more interesting than the sun. Next to that, she seems to be quite hateful. We’ve all been told we should forgive and forget, but those are the two hardest things to do when someone hurt you. And sometimes, you just want to sent a psychological arrow their way. Peng. Her pet is a doe. Her awesomeness is great.

*Persephone. However much she disliked being kidnapped and brought to the Underworld, she does get to see both sides of the world. The best of both worlds, right? As someone with an almost split personality, this would fit me. Plus: think of all the depressing poems and short stories you could write about the underworld… Oh my. Plus: she was worth kidnapping – flattering somehow… If not for her being kidnapped, we wouldn’t have seasons. Okay, everyone is always whining about how cold/hot/rainy it is, but imagine not having seasons: you wouldn’t appreciate what you have until you lose it. But you never lose it because there’s never change… It’s incredibly hot

“Nooooh!” – Persephone being kidnapped.

up here right now, but after such a long winter, I’m glad we now have something different. So thank you Hades for kidnapping the innocent Persephone!

If all this wouldn’t work out, I would be very pleased with being a Siren. Once I wrote a paper on them, and since then I’m hooked. They aren’t supposed to be very pretty, or birds, or fish, but they are haunting and intriguing. Their hobby is singing and by that killing sailors. I have no intention of killing anyone, but I wouldn’t mind being intriguing. It would make up for the chatterbox I mostly am against my will.
One of the best parts of Greek mythology is the great names. They are exotic and musical. Being a Siren does mean not having a name. But you can call me ‘Syrena’ of course *wink*.

Which god or goddess would you want to be and why?

The Horror

The horror. The extreme horror.
I’ve been to one of the cities with an university yesterday, mainly to gather information. (Information. Information. We want information.) You know, you have to decide what studies you’ll do, and where you’ll do them. But after having spent half an hour in the building where I would end up having classes, I decided that that particular city will not be my home. It was such an ugly building, it looked worn out and some of the walls were grey. Never make your walls look like concrete, okay? It didn’t feel comfortable. And the chairs. Oh, the chairs. That were no chairs. That were pieces of wood, straight wood, put behing your back.

But that is another sort of horror. I’ve become smarter now, as we say here, I now know better what to do, where to do it.
The real horror started when we went to the heart of the city and entered some shops.
We shouldn’t have done that.
Why, oh, why are beautiful, simple yet not ordinary clothes so damn impossible to find? You know, when you don’t feel comfortable in the clothes you’re wearing, it ruins your day. You have to wear something that you really want to wear, in which you feel good. But that becomes a problem when your style changes faster than Belgian weather and all shops have the same damn ugly, UGLY clothes. And ugly, UGLY shoes. Or, at least, shoes that don’t fit my profile and image. Because that is very possible.

The world is a hard place. Tell me about it. Not only there are no longer good clothes, but I also forced you to read this post…