Life is but an Oreo cookie
Mood:  mischievious
Topic: Everyday life (weirdness)
The article I wrote for the hospital journal got nominated for the MMC-award 2003 and therefore I was asked to attend the presentation and tell something about it. I arrived still in time, even though traffic had turned mad in the 2 years that passed since I stopped working in that hospital. I walk in and as a coincidence I bump into one of my former bosses, doc L. and one of my former colleague-MO’s, by now spOG as well. Turns out doc L. had to do the presentation himself, had I not turned up. So that’s why you were so persisting on the phone, I say to him. We fix ourselves a drink and I have a talk with my former colleague. I don’t even exactly remember how the subject turned up. I think it’s because she asked me whether my girlfriend would be coming with me to Malaysia. Well, actually there’s no girlfriend around anymore, I told her. She gives me this typical gaze, I don’t even know what to call it, but it’s the one that women can give you while they are trying to get some information from you while in the mean time acting in a manner as if they were just having a casual conversation about the number of calories in a donut versus an Oreo cookie. There have been quite some wild rumours after you left, she says. The word is you even have a child... this is the moment where they bring the cookie to their mouth... just picture it... and now I’m supposed to tell her all the details... I really don’t think so; I succeed in giving her the vague sort of statement that only men can give when they don’t really want to discuss something. So, now we’re even, I think...

Hello-o-o-o, do we all recognize this ?

I think I must have said something that things back then were even too complicated for myself to truly understand, let alone for explaining it to other people. It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it, it’s merely that I feel it’s not necessary they will know all about it. Why puncture this balloon, this fantasy, this presumption they’ve all been living in for the past 1? years ? It’s OK for me this way. Let’s have another cookie... The rest of the event kind of passes with ease, not unlike the pretty good red wine they serve. I manage to do my little presentation without losing either nerves or lines and in the end find out that even though I didn’t get the award, at least I got a nice amount of money out of it and a good looking bottle of red wine. Outside it’s cold and rainy – again – and I make my way over to my car fast, to enjoy my almost daily ride for an hour back home... Life is a highway as well....e