fRidA aND heR buTtOnS

Do you know Frida?

Frida is living next door. She is single and likes to play billiards. Sometimes she writes poems too, we can read them on literary website online. Remember? She isn’t gorgeous like her poems or the way she plays billiards. She isn’t tall, but she always creates an image of being tall. Walking is her hobby and believes that it helps her imagination. You might have seen her sometimes in the crowded places where the people are in rush to buy what they don’t want to buy. She always rolls a blue color shawl around her face to avoid pollution, staring people and licking dogs and her eyes are covered by her big sunglasses. She never get tired of watching moving black clouds from her balcony. Still you couldn’t remember? For more reasons, no one can see her ugly face. She is having negative thoughts on her look. One of her friend is working in a spa. Frida received more tips about the look of a woman, look of eye brows, falling shoulders, structured hairless legs, about self shave, about waxing armpit hair. But she didn’t have any interest to hear those tips. She sat in front of the mirror and checked her pimples. She touched it and felt that those are there for a reason. When she published her picture on a website she received a comment from an anonymous. That comment says, “Your pimples are more beautiful than you”. She laughed at that comment and then she realized that this comment must be from a man. Only men can pass such cheesy lines without being honest, but she suddenly felt it could be a true comment.  She slightly touched her pimples again. Her spa friend cursed her for doing it. She told that she is trying to make her a good looker. And moreover it is an opportunity for her spa friend to deal with critical cases. So she can learn more about skin. Frida’s skin is partly smooth. She felt that the mirror in front of her is laughing at her reflection.

Have you seen this Frida before?

Frida started to read her mails. All are forwarded mails. Her inbox requested her to delete those mails. Her delete button felt so happy this time for feeling her adamant fingers. Delete button is regarded for sad news before, and it can be rewarded for removing the unwanted. But Frida never allows the deleted mails  to stay in her trash folder. She always kept her trash folder empty. The differences between the reasons of this inbox and trash folder are based on contradiction. She had decided to treat them equally. But she thought about the important mails. There is no important mails to convey. How come these buttons are becoming so important in her daily deeds? Her minimalist smile don’t know or not interested to find the reasons.

This girl?

Frida looked out through her window, there she saw the people rolling an abandoned car. She couldn’t see the brand name of the car. It’s black, pure black. One guy is searching for a right place to throw the burning bottle. How will his face look like? Handsome? Is it crucial at this moment? Frida had never thought about that thought. She used her delete button this time. Frida is so happy for reading her spam mails. Sometimes spams are so funny and she read it again and again. She don’t create any links between spam and delete buttons.

She hate her delete button sometimes. “I hate you delete, I hate you, seriously, I hate you so much more than I love you, my dear delete. Don’t ever hate my favourite spams. Don’t abuse my inbox, it has all my secrets. Delete! my dear delete! You saved me from those strange mails, that really disturbed my real world. You are something, I don’t allow any mails to stay in my sent mails. I always need your help to protect me. Stay here with me and don’t forget to stay away from me.”

Have you seen her before?

Still we are pretending to not listen to her. See, Frida is watching us, and decided to use her favourite delete button. Don’t ask her reasons, she might not have one. So, delete her from your mail. Sometimes she might living inside between your spam mails and laughing at you. Have you seen her grin? She had collected many grins and marked them as important. Still you don’t remember her? Her name is Frida. Frida likes buttons. She started to live with her buttons in the time when she started to hate her pillows. She started to put more words into her drafts.

“Frida! Will you marry me?”

Delete.

“Frida! You are a savvy writer”

Unread.

“Frida! Are you happy?”

Delete.

“Frida! Happy new year!”

Draft.

“Frida! Do you need any help?”

Reply.

“Frida! Would you care to help me out?”

Forward.

“Frida! My chubby rabbit! How are you? Miss you! Miss me?”

Manage labels.

Delete.

Reply.

Spam.

Spam.

Spam.

Manage labels.

Reply.

Reply.

Delete.

Reply.

Draft.

Forward.

Draft.

Reply.

This Frida? Have you seen her before?

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