Irony

You raise your head. It's morning, still half-dark outside. Overcome with discouragement, you fall back onto the pillow, your eyelids growing heavy. "Oh, how I don't want to get up," you think to yourself. The merciless sound of the alarm clock echoes in your ears again. You have to get up and begin the day's grind. As every day, you slowly arrange your schedule for another day of life's rush. Finally, after twice reminding yourself of your morning enemy, your feet land on the cold floor. You grope for warm slippers and, with your eyes stubbornly closed, you make your way to the bathroom. Oh yes, a splash of ice-cold water should clear you up. After last night's party, your head feels heavier than usual, your legs are failing, and the mirror unapologetically serves up the real image of your post-weekend self. "Do these bags under my eyes have to keep marring my face?" you wonder, taking a critical look at yourself. "I don't think even a good foundation and blush can hide it... Damn it, how am I supposed to show up on the street now? Oh yes, as if that were the most important thing to you. Well, after all, appearance is paramount; nothing improves your well-being like the feeling of being made to look like a goddess. Damn, I have so much to do, and I only have an hour left. I absolutely cannot be late. If that happens, the chances of me staying at this company for long are slim.

Yes, you're right. The boss wouldn't take kindly to another slip-up from you, especially since you've really pissed him off lately. Your good reputation so far is useless. In this world, you're always on the up and down. Better hurry.

Forty minutes and your morning routine is done. You're finally ready to leave. Just a quick glance at today's overall look. Hmm... there's no denying it, the results are flawless. Good makeup did the trick. It's good that your hair hasn't lost its volume." I need to write down that hairdresser's address, a thought flashed through your mind. "He can work miracles."

As soon as you stepped out of the building, you felt the aura of the hustle and bustle of the neighborhood where you live. How I hate this neighborhood. It's one of the things that has to overwhelm me from the very beginning. Will it ever be cleaner, more upscale? You try to walk past building number thirteen as quickly as possible, to avoid the gaze and lewd remarks of the workers insulating the building. "It's not my fault I'm an attractive woman," you think to yourself. "But are all these stares and epithets directed at me by the opposite sex necessary? How is it that long legs and a thin waist evoke such feelings? Are you surprised? After all, you're provoking them. What would you hope to achieve when your buttocks are barely concealed by yet another modern fashion trend, and your breasts are clearly visible thanks to a brilliantly cut neckline?" No, I'm not nitpicking. I'm simply pointing out something that seemed so obvious to me that it didn't need mentioning. So think first, then ask these kinds of questions.

A quick glance at your watch. "Oh, crap, my tram leaves in a minute"—those are the first words that came out of your mouth today. Go ahead, you have those long legs for a reason, right? Oh, I forgot... heels. Well, you're probably not going to win a marathon in these conditions. But I have to catch that tram, damn it, if I get to work even a minute late, I could be saying goodbye to this job.

And unfortunately, the tram has left. It just flew right out from under your nose. I know you love it, especially at times like these. But think about it, at least you have time to come up with a concrete reason and explanation why those papers your boss has been waiting for for three days haven't landed on his desk yet. Oh yes, I know you're not laughing right now. You're right, you're probably exhausted.

Fifteen minutes late, you finally arrived. Just look at your supervisor's face. It doesn't bode well. I think you're in for a real bender. And what's next? It's probably best not to say it out loud. Why the hell? Why does this have to happen to me? What did I do to deserve this? Oh, if you only opened your eyes, you'd know why. But of course, you didn't hear that anymore. Why stop for a moment and listen to what I have to say? After all, you had no choice but to cross the threshold of your boss's office and walk into a real fire. Embarrassment won't help in this case.

The conversation didn't last long. Ten minutes. That's how long it takes to lose your livelihood these days. You didn't even have a chance to explain yourself. True, but would it have made any difference? Nobody would have listened anyway. Because who are you? A young, inexperienced woman who, on top of that, doesn't care about her responsibilities and has an unimaginably casual attitude about them. And what did you hear after three years of work, during which you did a great job? That you're pretty and you'll surely find another job quickly? Hmm... possible... but what?

Desperate and full of pessimism, you went straight to him. Yes, only he can give you today what will fully compensate for your defeat and humiliation and allow you to forget everything that happened. Oh yes, hours spent like this will give me true pleasure and fulfillment. His hot body, his whispers, his touch. That's what I need most right now.

But you don't love him! So what? I don't have to. And besides, this is the best solution. He gives me everything I need, and in return, he gets the same from me. I can't get emotionally involved, because if I get bored with him, it'll be hard to leave him. Right? One, two, and that's it. Of course, have you thought about his feelings? What do I care? I'm not the only woman in this world.

Of course, the most important thing is you and your desires. And what's next? Have you satisfied them yet?

It's noon and you haven't done anything constructive yet? You don't read books, you don't cook at all because of this constant dieting, you don't meet friends. You have no interests. How can you even live like this?

How? Normally. I still have so much to do today. I have to go to the beautician. Look at my complexion. My nails are also waiting to be taken care of, not to mention the shopping. I have to buy that amazing blouse that was on display recently.

Yes, yes, another day spent without me. You went to bed, exhausted from laziness. Far from knowing what you truly need. How much longer must I wait for you to notice me? When will you finally understand what I'm trying to convey to you?

You've wasted another day. Another precious day on the path to my kingdom. Will you ever understand what I can be for you?