Daily Prompt: Green-Eyed Monster (again)

Write an anonymous letter to someone you’re jealous of.

03.08.2013

Dear  authors, photographers, millionaires (including a few kings, queens and presidents),

In am not actually jealous of you all. There are people in life that are successful, have it all, and receive prizes for their talents. Just because I have not yet been recognised it does not mean that I am jealous or annoyed. Of course not. I can wait for my Pulitzer Prize and author of the year title. I have just been ignored somewhere along the line. as usual.

When my mum found me in front of the door in a little golden basket with a crown hanging from the handle, she realised that her little girl had arrived. The basket was melted down and the crown was sold at an auction, so the financial problems of an extra mouth to feed were solved. It seems that the stork dropped the cargo at the wrong door. We were only a few flying miles away from Buckingham Palace, but it seems that a boy was more welcome at that place, so the storks swopped the results. 

As life went on I realised my talents as an author, although others did not. My class teacher constantly gave me minus points in the school telling me to do better the next time. Life continued and despite my photographic talents I was still in the shadow of Ansel Adams. I had to take second place to everything. I found my photos artistically challenging, but others laughed ignored my talent.

I was sure this photographic study of a cow in the field waiting for milking time was brilliant when I entered the competition, but again my Pulitzer prize was given to someone else.I decided to become a blogging sensation, telling everyone about it all, sometimes the same thing twice was required to leave an impression, but even that was not a success. And now my inspiration is waning, my computer is tired of the daily exercise about nothing important.

The time has now come for a change in this wasted life. I will conquer this feeling of insufficiency and hopelessness. I have decided to leave this world of unrequited recognition, to end it all forever.  There will be no more letters. Tonight will be the end of it all, yes. There are many disappointed unrecognised talents in the blogging world and we are combining our strength to conquer these misdoings.

As you upload this letter onto your computer, which I am sending per e-mail, the dreaded  Anonymous Anti word virus will be inserted into your computer. All your files containing new ideas for novels will automatically transfer themselves to my computer, your wealth will disappear and re-appear in my bank account. Beware of the Pulitzer and Nobel prizes you have. They will be possessed by the ghost of the blogger past and enter my realm of success.

Ha, ha, ha (ghostly laugh) your time has come, and mine has arrived.

Yours Anon

WordPress Daily Prompt: Green Eyed Lady

We all get jealous from time to time — what wakes the green-eyed monster for you?

When you are above the clouds, just floating on air you realise that jealousy is not something to worry about. If the bloke next to you on the plane is wearing a Rolex watch or if the lady in front is wearing a Christian Dior dress, who cares. There might even be someone on the plane with one of those digital cameras busy clicking photos from the window hoping to capture a prize winning view for the Pulitzer prize. That person is certainly not jealous if she does not win the prize, she is just doing it for the fun, remembering the significance of the photos discovered after the Hindenberg disaster when the airship crashed and a camera was found showing last photos taken by a passenger, although she is not hoping that her fame will be under such circumstances. I think I wanted to say something remarkable, a pearl of wisdom, but I lost the thread somewhere. Ah yes, there is no point in jealousy, our fate will be equal, so just hope the pilot lands safely,

I do not do jealousy, I have everything I want. Of course that prize for my writing efforts has still not arrived, but I am not jealous of E. L. James with her 50 Shades of Something, and even the fact that J. R. Rowling celebrated success with her Harry Potter books did not bother me really I suppose, they just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I can be patient and wait for my hard earned and expected success. Me jealous? Never, although I persistently write my daily prompt hoping that my natural blogging talent will one day be noticed as the best, better than all others and my place at the top will be secured.

I think what annoys me most of all are people that just ignore my genius. People that cannot say “well done” or “you have such a talent for writing” and shower me with deserved compliments, but I have got used to this. Even Franz Kafka died of starvation, his talent not being recognised while he was living. Yes, perhaps my just reward will come one day when the visitors to my eternal resting place will see my web address engraved on my stone and the remains of my blog will be immortalised in the monumental records of literature. In the meanwhile I can wait grinding my teeth. I am sure my efforts will one day be recognised. Yes, jealousy is something that leaves a bad taste behind it.

This morning I hung some bird food fat balls on a tree which were left from the winter ration. Mr. Swiss found it was not necessary, our sparrows are still suffering from signs of overweight from the winter feed and in summer they find their own food. However, I noticed that today the tree was full of sparrows. They were fighting each other for the best place nearest to the fat ball. Even sparrows show jealousy and the push each other away to reach the seeds.

And so I also push on, regardless of all the other successful writers who are nowhere near what I achieve. I have blue eyes not green so jealousy does not exist in my vocabulary.

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WordPress Daily Prompt: Green-Eyed Monster

Tell us about the last time you were really, truly jealous of someone. Did you act on it? Did it hurt your relationship?

Photographers, show us something GREEN

Me Jealous? Do not even know the meaning of the word. When I heard that Dan Brown published yet another successful novel, “Inferno”, did I wonder how can he do it every time? Has a team of professional translators working in a dark corner of Italy (thanks to Silvio Berlusconi) to get the translation finished in time, working day and night to ensure the Italian translation is on the market as soon as possible, I did not feel jealous. I did not feel jealous of E.L. James when her 50 Shades of rubbish was successful and being read by all the frustrated housewives I knew. J.R. Rowling writes an adult fairy tale, invents a new species and is famous over night. Am I jealous? Of course not, they just got there first and my wonderful talent has just not been discovered yet.

I asked my chief feline, Nera, if she was jealous and she said no problem. She is the best, the most handsome, possesses great intelligence and told me that if anyone would dare to call her jealous she would leave a paw imprint on the most tender part of their body, so there we have it. No-one here is jealous. To compensate for my lack of jealousy today I am becoming a photographer: not quite Ansel Adams, Cecil Beaton or David Baily, but almost. Me not being jealous I can only congratulate them (through clenched teeth) with their success.

So to return to my masterpiece of green photography: next to my garden there is a natural meadow. The owners of the surrounding land planted the meadow when our apartment block was built and the wild flowers grow regularly every year. As soon as they produce seeds the meadow is cut down, the idea being that the seeds grow again next year. The annual mow usually takes place around mid-June. A feast for a camera lens, so here is an example of this year’s meadow: about 90% green with some colour from the flowers.

On this closing note I wish everyone a trouble free day and if your blogging neighbours are jealous, just ignore them. Think of Nera my feline, she has the best solution.