An introduction.

"As an aside, you are going to die. I do my best to make this whole business cheerful, but most people have a deep-seated reluctance that makes it impossible for them to believe me, as much as I do try to convince them of this. Please believe me: I can be really happy. I can be pleasant. Amusing. Mindful. Devout. And these are just the qualities with the letter "A". Just please don't ask me to be nice Because that 'being nice' is a thing that has already been chewed through. Oh, and please don't take my comment seriously at the beginning. It was just the opening sentence of my tragic story. Do I scare you? I beg you - don't worry. You can say anything about me, except that I'm unjust. I'm kind, quite a bit. What's missing? Of course, a beginning of an announcement. I could introduce myself formally, but that's not necessary G. You will soon know me very well; how soon - it depends on a number of circumstances. But let me say one thing: I'll be above all of you at some point, and ... ", I put the pen down." No, that's stupid ... "I sighed, tore the sheet of paper out of my diary and tossed it skilfully in the trash can. Actually, it was really easy for me to write. As light as the amen in church. I'm sorry, I can't think of a better comparison. You see, I can't even make a decent comparison. Actually, I've never written a diary either, no, my head was my diary, in general my life was somehow like an interesting series of books. The only reason I wrote this is because I wanted to record my life for posterity. Not for family or friends, I also had less of the latter, no, for the people who hated me more than anything. In any case, that was mutual. I put the pen back to one of my many failed self-descriptions. “Personally, I like chocolate skies. Dark chocolate. People say that suits me. I still try to enjoy every color I see, the whole color palette ... ", I stopped again." No, that doesn't work either! "I growled angrily and ran my hand through my hair . It was then that I realized that there was another problem besides my writer's block. What if no one found this here? And anyway, who should find that here? I had way too many enemies, how should I choose someone? In the end, he or she would still claim he or she was special. Maybe I can at least introduce myself adequately to you without wasting a lot of time. Time, which is exactly what I had very little of right now. My name is Risaka, which means 'child of Saka', although I am simply called Ruri, which in turn has a completely different meaning.But that doesn't matter now, we'll postpone the little Japanese lesson until later and get back to my life. I think that was the moment when I threw my head back and examined my ceiling. In this book, What Scolds My Life, Death himself seems to tell the story of a desperate girl who, by the way, bought a motorcycle six months ago and is very, very proud of it, because she has one on the black vehicle makes a great figure. All right, that didn't matter. Without rambling about here, I should tell you more about myself. I'm a student at a mediocre secondary school, whose name plays a rather minor role in my life. My parents are divorced and I live with my mother, who is also a correspondent and journalist for a magazine that I still don't know. In any case, she hasn't been found for a while and I'm sitting here alone with Humphrey in my room. Humphrey is my cat. A three-legged cat, but that's what makes him special, that makes him weird and unique and I love him for that. I closed my diary, threw myself on my bed, frightened Humphrey and suddenly had a terrible headache. Death has a lot to do, but he has no weakness for me, lets me live my damn life in peace. Did he ask me if I want that? Oh no, of course not. Great responsibility follows from great strength, and my love for writing is probably not only my strength but also my curse. I admit, I stole this sentence from Spiderman 2. And what does death say? Yes, death. He is the narrator of this story and you can tell from the very first sentences that you have to get involved with him if you want to know what is happening to me, my motorcycle and the rest of the world. I decided to take a little jaunt downtown with my vehicle, put my hair in a braid, casually tossed a scarf over my shoulder, and trotted to the door, we only had a small apartment, tore it open and scurried Downstairs. What a wonderful feeling it was to stand in front of my black motorcycle and know that it was mine. I put on my beautiful motorcycle helmet, which had a few plastic tips on the sides. It was like a cat. Of course, I preferred to ride without a helmet, as freely as I was known, but thanks to the annoying laws I was no longer allowed to enjoy the sky in its full glory, day and night. I am not one of those people who give a long speech before they leave, I just say briefly what concerns me, then I'm done with the world and turn back to my plan to conquer and dominate it. My online blog helps me with this, for example, and I've already found a lot of interested readers.A year ago I had the problem that I had received two warnings, right, they wanted to shut me up, so it happened that I had to give up my blog account 'The5kyliner' and is now called 'Red Aviator Goggles'. And as if it couldn't get worse, a couple of haters have written slogans on our house wall, especially above and against me. A bit of it is still there today. But when I sit on my motorcycle, mind you without a helmet, and enjoy the sky, I forget everything for a moment. All the stress. Because you have to know that life is annoying every day, and being able to live a life has to be skillful. When my gaze wanders the sky, and my eyes are still more or less tied to the road, I rush and zoom around the corners and edges that remind me of my life. About a billion shades, each one like the other, and a sky that slowly soaks them up. This takes the edge off the stress. And it helps me relax. A quick comment: people only pay attention to the colors of a day at its beginning and at its end. A day wanders through a multitude of hues and shades, in every moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Wax yellow, rain-sprayed blue. Muddy darkness. Others don't pay much attention to it, but I've made it a habit, perhaps precisely because I'm constantly on the move, my head is my own open book and I'm always looking for new ideas to continue writing. The question is what color the world will have taken when I come for you and take over the world. What will heaven tell us? This question remains open for the time being. I've also made a habit of strutting through life with red aviator goggles on. I love it, but don't imitate me! Because that's one of the few things that you haven't taken away from me yet. For example, there is my love for various soaps and music titles, which you all suddenly think are incredibly good, and talk about them every day, but don't let me have your say. That usually means that I never hear or watch this soap or this title again. Actually my story ends here, and I could go on telling some shit, but somehow I don't like it right now.
The best thing to do is arm yourselves to the teeth with explosives and blow up the world, because I don't have time to tell you about my life anymore. You must know that everything was just like an introduction. But now, I really have to go. Think about what I have told you here, soak up the thoughts and then judge me again. You are not a judge, you cannot judge me, but try to understand me, that should be the easiest at the beginning.But one thing said, never try to be like me, it will tear you apart. Did you notice that when you start reading this introduction, you don't stop? I mean, you're starting to read, not expecting much, but suddenly you're scared and carried away by this unusual story and want to know how it ends. By now, you should have understood that this is only an introduction, and that you have to and can imagine the end yourself. It's up to you whether you wanted to see things the way I did or the way they are. One thing should be said, there are worlds between my view and that of a scientist or physicist. It just takes a while to understand me, but I still think I can change people. And that gives me the strength to carry on with whatever I always manufacture here. First the colors, then the people. That's how I usually see the world. At least I try. Then there are colors like white or black that fascinate me. Some of you may think that white is not a color at all, total bullshit, white is undoubtedly a color and I honestly don't think you want to argue with me. I scare you, don't I? Fear in a way that is fascinating and new I believe. Without sounding arrogant now, I think I'm actually scared you a lot. This may be an inopportune moment, but I would be happy if someone could wake me up now. Because I sleep, somehow. Yes, somehow I always sleep. What a stupid idea to tell you guys about me and then say I'm going to sleep. We'd better change the subject, or no, let's stop here. Every introduction ends at some point, the main part comes right after, and ultimately you are looking for a nice ending. Personally, I'm currently looking for a nice ending to this introduction, and the beginning of a story that I haven't actually told properly yet. But why should I tell you everything? Now I want you to come up with a story for yourselves, I want you to imagine what might have happened to me. Did I arouse your curiosity? Well, that's exactly how I planned it. Well, my creativity says hello, and I hope you can cobble together a good story to keep me entertained. I'm always looking for a good story. I beg you to write down my fate as you imagine it as you read or have read these lines here. I will not tell any more, no, I will only reveal more about myself when I know that I can trust you, that you understand me or that you have at least partially