Flower. Flowers. Sure I like flowers, they're beautiful or at least can be. There are a lot of colours, shapes and sizes but no matter how small, no matter how oddly shaped (just kidding, some are really ugly), all of them are pretty. What I don't understand about them though, is the meaning people give them. Red roses are for passion, yellow for your sick grandma, geraniums stand for comfort and a white tulip is forgiveness. Seriously? Personally I don't give a damn about the meaning of flowers as long as they are pretty, but since the rest of the world seems to disagree with me I feel obliged to know. What if I give that flower, what do I tell the receiver? When I get that one, what does it say about his/her feelings about me?
Girls. Girls can be so annoying, fussing about what colour rose they got or how big and how many flowers she receives. They can't really expect of guys to know about what they "tell" you with a bouquet of flowers, can they? One is love at first sight, fifteen is "I'm sorry", forty means "my love is genuine". (Forty? So all other numbers means fake?) Just be glad if he gives you a flower in the first place and stop analysing the things they won't even have realised when buying it.
Not to divert too much off the subject I initially wanted to talk about, there is another thought that can be expressed by the word "flower". It's the finest individuals out of a number of people or things. Of course it has to do with the original meaning of the word but I believe it's a far more beautiful meaning. The flower can mean anything fine enough to stand out in a crowd, to be noticed for it's beauty, intellect, promise or character. When you think of that, it's just a tiny bit more flattering to hear "you're my/a flower" than just thinking of a senseless seed-bearing part of a plant, just growing there without ever getting somewhere in the world unless taken by vicious people who take you from your home and force you to reside in strange pots somewhere on the windowsill of an old lady, or cut from your roots and after a week of flourishing be thrown away on an enormous heap of fallen members of your kind.
I'd like to think being the finest individual out of something is slightly better than the alternative..
Anyhow, thanks to Caroline for this wonderful subject and see you next post :)