Excited

I am excited and I'm trying to hide it. I am trying to behave in the way that a lot of my colleagues behave, i.e.,composed, without a hair not in place, authoritative, and cool. But I'm not sure I will manage it. Because little people bring a lot of contagious things with them. And while we keep grumbling about colds and re-colds and re-gastric influenzas and what not, I will not grumble about excitement. That too is contagious, at least for me. And while I look and actually x-ray my colleagues to see if there is a shred of that excitement, which in reality means my trying to fit in somewhere, I see very little of it. That means they are either very grown up or that I'm a classic text-book imbecile. Or, perhaps I haven't grown up very much... on the inside I mean. There could also be another thing lurking my subconsciousness. When I was a little person myself I remember feeling so sad about school projects involving the stage. I was made to sit down and watch. And no I had done nothing bad. So there was I left out while my twin always had the main role. When I asked why, I was told that I had dark hair and that it was a problem. In reality, my dear twin had learnt a very good art, the art of licking arse. I, on the other hand, was a quiet little girl who had books as her companion. I wished someone would let me take part, but it was never to be. And I have carried that to this very day. And so, this day, I try and make sure that everybody is happy, dark-haired, blond, redhead, whatever colour of the spectrum. Because everybody had feelings. They start from the moment of conception... probably till the day we die. And if I can help it, I want every little person to remember schooldays as the best days of one's life. I want them to look back and remember the excitement. At least I try.