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What is your price
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by [Cathy ]

2007-11-25  |     | 



I once read that to commit suicide meant proving that the future is as irreversible as the past. Maybe. You kill yourself to show that you were alive. Someone once said that you don’t exist if nobody talks about you. Maybe. You let them gossip about you so that you can feel alive.
And still I don’t accept this. I don’t want to believe that people don’t know you until you don’t do such a cruel gesture or such stupid…
The world knows you the way you introduce yourself, it is just a question of selling the merchandise. How much cosmetics are you willing to give to your life, how many acts are you willing to play. Nobody knows you. And still, there are a few people that you allow to see behind the curtains, to get in “backstage”. Why do you give them your truth?
The world buys you. If you still don’t get this that you must know you have so much more to grow. You sell yourself. Not literally but figuratively speaking. But is still a sell – buy contract. Everything is directly connected to the requirements and the offers. What the world wants and what you can offer.
And still there are moments and clients to who you are ready to make a discount to what you really are. What do these clients have different from others?
You know what pisses me off the most? The fact that you have to wear a tag. You don’t want to admit it but you also are wearing a tag. All of us tag each other and then we evaluate. This means setting the price. How much are you worth?
If my heart would wear a tag what would be the price for it? And what instructions would it have? Do not centrifuge (just 1000 beats per minute, please), do not iron (with your feet), do not wash except with similar colors (no races tag, but common tastes), do not bleach (don’t lie to me), do not starch (do not try to fix it if you broke it), wash at temperatures lower than 400 deg C (got to know how to set me on fire). That is all I think. And the price? It is amusing but I think it’s priceless. Anyway the heart is so tricky that she is selling herself to who she wants. And let’s not talk about the commercials. “Beats only for you…” or “Blood transfusion needed. I take any kind of blood, preferably positive RH…” You see. Everybody you know is in fact a product, including me or you. Nobody escapes the sell – buy.
It just depends on what part of the line you stay. What do you do? Sell (yourself) or buy (yourself)?

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