I love your shoes

Dear pixies,

I would like to start my today's post with a quote of an old Billy Joel song.

"Honesty is such a lonely word.
Everyone is so untrue."

Billy Joel, Honesty

Billy Joel, one of the greatest musicians ever, as big as stars like Johnny Logan and David Hasselhoff, describes in his song perfectly what happens to be a status quo in pixieland.
Why? That's quickly explained.


Let me tell you about an observation I made.

Woman A and woman B accidentally meet each other on the street.

Woman A (let's call her Bláthnaid): Oh hellloooooo! How are youuuuuuuuuu?
Woman B (I think she was an Aoibheann): Oh my god Bláthnaid, it is so good to see youuu! I am fine, how are youuuuuuuu?
Woman A: I am very well and so delighted to seeeee youuuu!
Woman B: Mee tooo. Oh I loooooooove your shoes!
Woman A: Thank youuuuuuu! I love them too, they are fannntaaaaastic, arent't they?
Woman B: Oh Aoibheann, I swear to god, they look so good on you! They are gorgeous!

You would think this is a typical conversation of two mid 30 year old women and apart of the fact that their sirene chitchat in a exaggerated high pitched voice causes
unbearable pains in every male hearing organ, you might be inclined to believe they are very nice to each other.

Wrong. Let me translate for you how the conversation was like if Bláthnaid and Aoibheann would have said what they were actually thinking.

Woman A: Oh shit, feckin' Aoibheann, I hate that bitch, what the hell is she doing here?
Woman B: Why isn't it possible to just go shopping without meeting annoying people! Damn!
Woman A: I am not well at all, but I surely won't tell you about it, nosy cow.
Woman B: Bláthnaid you really should see a dermatologist, your skin looks gross. Sweet Jesus, where did she buy these awful looking shoes, her feet look fat in them, that's so bad.
Woman A: Of course they are lovely for that price, what is she thinking? I still haven't told my husband Mark that I spend 250 quid on them.
Woman B: I think I need to throw up.

Pixies, I am stunned how well you are in lying without blushing. But why can't you try to be a bit more honest, at least to yourselves?

Another example:

A couple is having dinner in a very posh restaurant. They still haven't realised that the celtic tiger went back where he came from a long time ago and will never return.
They are having huge debths, but for their "friends" they are trying to keep the illusion of being part of the high society alive.

She: What is wrong with the food darling, you are not looking happy.
He: It doesn't taste at all, it is a disgrace, I gonna kick the waiter's ass when he comes back!

A minute later the waiter comes over to their table.

Waiter: Is everything okay?
He: It is absolutely fantastic, the porched eggs taste delicious, thank you very much!
(and looks embarassed down at his plate)

What is wrong with you my little friends? Are you still under schock of years of English occupation? Are you living the life of Patrick Bateman in American Psycho?

Let me quote one of the rare wise leprechauns you have:

"Anger is a gift."

Think about it.

And by the way: I loooooooooooooove your country.