The Girl with the Mug

Simply an analysis of nonsense.

I have noticed over time that one person returns over and over again in my drawings-- the girl with the mug.

I am never certain of whether she is drinking tea or coffee, it doesn't really matter does it? But what I continue to question is this: why is she here? Certainly, she isn't me. I'm not beautiful enough to be this girl, nor do I look anything like her. And I have no thoughts or intentions of drawing her, she just appears. 

She watches, and she knows. She knows when I'm keeping secrets, a sly smile drawn around the corners of her lips. Her eyes follow my actions-- that brush stroke, should I really do that? Yet, she cannot say a word and does not judge. It doesn't matter to her what my grades are, if I've done my homework, if I haven't gone out yet today, if I've been out all day; she just remains silent and all-knowing.

The mug itself, whether it have one hand casually curled around it, cradled in her palms, or off to the side, it remains. With nothing constant in my life, she is above me in the sense that something is attached to her. If only if I could say I have a mug to call my own-- anything for that matter.  The bed my parents own, as they do with the rest of my furniture. The majority of my clothes belong to them as well, only a minuscule percentage belong to me through personal purchases and gifts. If only her mug belonged to someone else-- borrowed or stolen. But that smirk on her face says otherwise. It says, "You have nothing-- even you don't belong to yourself, sold to everyone's' opinions." And I weep because I know this to be true.

The girl with the mug will never be me, simply because I cannot. And I will never own the girl with the mug, simply because I cannot even own myself.

Reviews

[17thWhitePrince]

Very interesting !!!

"It says, 'You have nothing-- even you don't belong to yourself, sold to everyone's' opinions.' And I weep because I know this to be true. The girl with the mug will never be me, simply because I cannot. And I will never own the girl with the mug, simply because I cannot even own myself."

. . . Just don't forget that you can easily erase that mug if you so desire to do so ...
You hold the ERASER !!!

[Issac Scott]

She's drinking coffee.

[Emrick]

Nice story.
Nobody owns his/herself. no matter how hard we work there will be always somebody who owns all of us.