Princess Murks is handicapped

Annoying. Annoying to be handicapped. The pitying of other people is the worse - it reminds It and then Princess Murks can not have normal time or normal conversation with these people anymore.
"Look what she has!", "Look what you have!" When they say like that then Princess Murks feels that This Thing is even growing bigger and it is impossible to hide It. And those people who make the comments will not see behind It, they can only see the weirdness, the abnormality, the handicapped. Princess Murks starts blushing, wants to hide, be in another place, fade away. Uuuh!
And what is so special about it? People should be polite enough to not mention it when they see it. Everybody knows that it is impolite to make comment about somebodies' wooden leg or chopped fingers, even chicken breasts should be left out of conversation. Hardly ever people mention the big ass or fat thighs of Princess Murks but they mention This...
And what can Princess Murks do? Princess Murks can hide It sometimes for short while but then It has to be there, on Its' place again. Let It be. Let It just be there and let it not to make a trouble for anybody. Let Princess Murks have her Big Smile.

Princess Murks is an eco-princess

Today during an anthropology-seminar Nigel Rapport told that an individual is a "flower", a personality that can bloom and has its capabilities, ways of expression, individuality. He also told that individual is a "family", it belongs to a group of people, having some things in common with every member of this community but there is nobody who would be exact copy of this person. And, individual is a "spectrum" consisting of common human-like characters... biological, emotional, etc.
But if...
individual is just a random outcome of the evolution. A part of the common ecosystem with flowers (not "flowers") and rats and elephants and birds and everything biological in the world, maybe even everything physical in the universe... Why to bother to map its characteristics? Why skipping the other parts of the system? Why should it have more importance than any other parts?

I want to find at least one person who calls her/himself anthropologist and is not humanist?

Princess Murks is a tree

The trees are standing by the roads. The trees are standing in the groups forming groves, small forests. They just had all the leaves green. Suddenly, the leaves became colorful. Yellow. Orange. Red. Brown. The sky is grey, very dark, even black and forming an humble background for the trees.

Princess Murks is walking along the street. Other people are also walking on the streets. They are wearing grey coats, dark stockings, black jackets. Princess Murks feels like a colorful tree, the dark clothes of the others form an humble background for the red hat, hearings, shoes and blue jacket of Princess Murks.

Princess Murks is sad and weeps

It is raining. Princess Murks is crying.
Where am I? Why am I here? Why not there? Princess Murks wants to be there but also does not want to be there and is happy to be here. But also sad to be here and not there.
What is the thing there? Why to be there? Can not explain it. Can not understand it. Everywhere has been good so far. All the places as good as any other. Ok, ok, Princess Murks has been homesick for homey friends and food and sisters and parents and the small ones.. But there is not the home. There is apparently just another place. Should be a place just as good as any other. Noot!
What it the thing there? Why to be there? Just some physical attraction, chemical reaction that makes it different from other? No, Princess Murks do not know any formula for that. Feels something really attractive, dangerous at the same time. Interesting but unknown. Seemingly so close, simple, and easy to handle but so difficult and inaccessible.
What is it? How do describe it? Princess Murks can not say any word for or against it. Princess Murks is confused, do not know. Princess Murks wants to go there but is afraid. Princess Murks just sits and cries. Cries with the rain.

Princess Murks wants to argue

Talk. Talk. Talk. Not just to Talk but argue. Argue. Argue. Argue. Princess Murks approaches people with the aim of arguing. Not just to get a good discussion and nice talk. Princess Murks wants to argue. Have to admit, some people are useless for that. Boring!
Luckily, some are really useful. At times, Princess Murks does not have to use provocative standpoints to make them getting all over red and ready for a good debate. Still, most of the cases need some inducement, but then they start burning with even lighter flame. Jeee!
The funniest is to have a debate with a person Princess Murks would normally unconditionally agree. Just to think up the contra-arguments and to see how confused the person would get.
What is the argument good for? It is just for convincing yourself of your good ideas with the good arguments you can contrive during the debate. In the end both sides will be much more convinced how good ideas they have because they have found so many good arguments to support themselves.
Princess Murks likes arguing, arguing makes her more cleaver.

Princess Murks is wet

Sometimes the water is standing but mostly it is moving. Water is an obsession, moving water is the obsession. The waves that are forming in the sea, the flowes in the streams and in the rivers, the fountains in the city parks, the watering tube in the garden, the falling rain or the falling shower... The moving water is touching the body and continuing its' way, the water is going through the body and continues its' way - drink and drink and drink, but the body gets never full. The water uses the body, the body uses the water. The water purifies the body, the water gets the spices from the body and makes the body smell good, the moving water transfers the movement to the body and the body starts to move. The water is soft, the water is nice, the water is the pleasure.

Princess Murks is on the Asphalt

The Asphalt starts from somewhere. Nobody really knows from where. Has anybody seen the beginning of it? It just jumps out and is there when you need to get going. The Asphalt seems endless, it seems to expand every day, every hour, every minute... Has anybody seen the end of it? Princess Murks went on the Asphalt to see it, to feel it, to get to know it, to get friends with it, to discover its secrets.
The Asphalt is always on the move, it has different faces, different moods. Sometimes it is soft and nice, makes lazy curves, plays with the landscape, goes by the lakes, rolls over the hills, jumps over the small and bigger streams, axes its way through thick fores. The Asphalt makes you a guided tour by bringing out romantic scenery, the most beautiful walleyes and hills, small villages and mansions by the sides. Urrrrr.
Sometimes the Asphalt is curious, risky, extreme. It tries to go everywhere, look behind every corner, get over any obstacle. The sea can not stop it - the Asphalt uses the best examples of engineering and flies over bridges. The mountains can not stop it - it digs the tunnels thought them and flows through. The steep slope can not stop it - the Asphalt makes sharp zig-zac and is up or down again. Even the chasms can not stop it - the Asphalt cuts the step into the hard rock and goes again. It can go to every impossible palce. With this behaviour it makes you feel awed and humble.
The Asphalt has contradictory characters. The asphalt can be fast and slow; it can be strate and curvy; it can be soft and sharp by many small stones; it can be warm, it can be hot, but never freezingly cold; it can be noisy and silent, it can be wet and dry; it can be full of holes and smooth; it can be colorful and booringly grey...
The asphalt has variety of smells, that are surprising and cheerful. The smell of the strong cheese, the sea, the sweat, the grass, the raps, the flowers, the hay, the dog, the gas, the smell-spruce, the coffee, the chocolate, the watermelon, the birch trees after the rain, the sunscream, the icecream, mmmmmm.
Where does the Asphalt lead? To Rome? :)