Alphabetti spaghetti: B
Lately, I have found myself feeling somewhat Bewitched. I cannot decide if this is because I am particularly enamoured, captivated and beguiled, or whether I am simply harbouring a desire to cast evil spells on certain people. Most people, if I’m honest. Except you. For once, this post isn’t about you, I promise. I would ask you to look me in the eyes as I tell you that, for you to believe me once and for all. Sadly, you know me too well already, and thus you’re keenly aware that I wouldn’t be able to hold your gaze, mostly because I prefer looking at the carpet.
My carpet is endlessly fascinating. So many patterns, so little time.
I have been feeling a little Bothered, too. “Am I bothered?” you might ask. Well, I am. I’m in a permanent state of mental botheration. Indeed, you would be amazed at the acrobatic moves I am able to perform with a rusty, blood-encrusted machete in a crowded room. In my dreams, naturally.
No, come back, please. I don’t want to scare you. Just before you go and hide, I am also feeling the need to quietly inform you, in a theatrical whisper, that I am utterly Bewildered. Oh, you knew that, did you? Do you think I might be permanently bewildered for my entire life?
You’re right. Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.