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The Ugly Duckling
When a living being comes into the world, it already knows a few things about this world:
Germinating seeds know that the roots belong towards gravity and the leaves towards light.
Newborn mammals know where to find milk.
Freshly hatched sea turtles know that they must get to the sea as quickly as possible and in which direction it lies.
In a similar way, a bottle knows what a bottle is and what could be inside.
When I was first taken out of my box, I found myself in a brightly decorated room, with beams of light streaming through half-closed curtains. I was placed on a table in front of a mirror, surrounded by many other bottles. I looked around curiously. What wonderful bottles they were! One was round on a narrow foot, filled with a golden liquid, it had a sparkling blue cap and a golden label. The next one was very simple and square, with a black cylindrical cap, a white label with black writing - very elegant. Then there was a cube-shaped black bottle with ornate silver writing. There were decorated and plain ones, colorless glass, and red, blue, green ones; some had golden metal mounts, sparkling stones, or a satin finish, and the liquids shimmered in all the colors of the rainbow. That’s when I knew: I was standing among perfume bottles!
I felt fantastic! I am not a single-use soda plastic bottle! I am not a ketchup bottle that rots in the fridge for months with a smeared opening! I am a perfume bottle! A long, glorious life!
I managed to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the table. Expectantly, I scrutinized myself, but the longer I did so, the colder I felt… I was square, made of gray-brown glass, printed with a white label that was slightly askew, with plain typewriter font on it, and the cap was white with fine grooves that, while helping to open stiff caps, also allowed oil and dirt to settle in a nasty way.
So I am very obviously NOT a perfume bottle. Disappointment spread within me. Lubricating oil? Cleaning agent? Perhaps a medication (a glimmer of hope)?
And then the drama began. An elegant woman entered the room. She wore a gray-blue sheath dress, white sandals, her blonde hair shoulder-length, everything simple but very effective. “Aha,” I thought. “She’s getting perfume.” To my horror, however, she did not reach for one of my beautiful neighbors, but for me! She removed my cap, underneath was a spray button, and brought me to her neck… This could only be a mistake! Something stinky would come out, insecticide or spray oil… and then she would angrily toss me to the floor, and my life would be even shorter than that of a single-use plastic bottle…
But then a bright, friendly floral scent spread, soft and creamy, perfectly matching her cool beauty!
Was I that? That was ME! I am a perfume bottle! The ugliest bottle on the table, but I smell so beautiful! I could swear the other bottles are smiling at me :-)
Germinating seeds know that the roots belong towards gravity and the leaves towards light.
Newborn mammals know where to find milk.
Freshly hatched sea turtles know that they must get to the sea as quickly as possible and in which direction it lies.
In a similar way, a bottle knows what a bottle is and what could be inside.
When I was first taken out of my box, I found myself in a brightly decorated room, with beams of light streaming through half-closed curtains. I was placed on a table in front of a mirror, surrounded by many other bottles. I looked around curiously. What wonderful bottles they were! One was round on a narrow foot, filled with a golden liquid, it had a sparkling blue cap and a golden label. The next one was very simple and square, with a black cylindrical cap, a white label with black writing - very elegant. Then there was a cube-shaped black bottle with ornate silver writing. There were decorated and plain ones, colorless glass, and red, blue, green ones; some had golden metal mounts, sparkling stones, or a satin finish, and the liquids shimmered in all the colors of the rainbow. That’s when I knew: I was standing among perfume bottles!
I felt fantastic! I am not a single-use soda plastic bottle! I am not a ketchup bottle that rots in the fridge for months with a smeared opening! I am a perfume bottle! A long, glorious life!
I managed to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the table. Expectantly, I scrutinized myself, but the longer I did so, the colder I felt… I was square, made of gray-brown glass, printed with a white label that was slightly askew, with plain typewriter font on it, and the cap was white with fine grooves that, while helping to open stiff caps, also allowed oil and dirt to settle in a nasty way.
So I am very obviously NOT a perfume bottle. Disappointment spread within me. Lubricating oil? Cleaning agent? Perhaps a medication (a glimmer of hope)?
And then the drama began. An elegant woman entered the room. She wore a gray-blue sheath dress, white sandals, her blonde hair shoulder-length, everything simple but very effective. “Aha,” I thought. “She’s getting perfume.” To my horror, however, she did not reach for one of my beautiful neighbors, but for me! She removed my cap, underneath was a spray button, and brought me to her neck… This could only be a mistake! Something stinky would come out, insecticide or spray oil… and then she would angrily toss me to the floor, and my life would be even shorter than that of a single-use plastic bottle…
But then a bright, friendly floral scent spread, soft and creamy, perfectly matching her cool beauty!
Was I that? That was ME! I am a perfume bottle! The ugliest bottle on the table, but I smell so beautiful! I could swear the other bottles are smiling at me :-)
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