Woolgathering

Portraiture... Memory...

He is tall, but for me, everybody is tall, so, it's not a reference. He is slim, his eyes are dark but I'm not sure of their colour because he wear glasses, so it's more difficult to see his eyes and moreover, I couldn't look at his eyes for a long time without laughing. His hair are brown ; his voice is deep and loud. I mustn't say what I think of him because there is a certain hierarchy between us that I have to respect. I just can say that he isn't ugly. But I don't know what I really think of him.

I believe that he is sincere and modest. He looks extravert but I think that he is a little shy. He is dynamic and determined. He seems happy but he is always joking about squalid things. At first sight, you can think that he is suicidal (or psychotic) but you soon realize that his humour rests on his way he evokes death, blood and other bloodcurdling things. He is an original guy who has a wry humour and who is extremely balanced (although on this point, doubt persists...)

I was with my friend Agnès, at home, drinking a delicious tea she had just offered to me. We came upon the subject of work in our conversation. As she wanted to become a psychoanalyst, she was still studying, so, I began to broach the subject of my heavenly work.

"- People are so cruel! I spend hours every night thinking of what I will do the following day, I prepare everything to perfection, and guess what: they don't care!" Said I, losing my temper.

- It's the destiny of people who operate in your field, isn't it? You knew it before you chose your way..." She replied, with her familiar twinkle in the eye, which told me she was right and she knew it.

"- I know... It's just difficult to live with sometimes... Don't you know what it is to work with your heart and to see people falling asleep when you're talking? I can't understand that! I didn't sleep when I was in their positions!

- Sure? So you were outstanding! Please, stop bleating on your job, it's not so terrible!

-You're right. But I didn't really choose my job, did I? It's not possible to want to practise such a profession!

-Err... In fact... I think I remember you told me a few years ago: "Agnès, I'm sure of it, I want to become a teacher!"" She smiled at me, she was incredible.

"- Okay, okay... I give up... I have become a conventional teacher, always speaking about her job and how it is unfair... Of course, I forget how much I love it every time..."