Man, Prof. Pausch. You will be deeply missed.

I didn’t think anything of it because for one: they were teenage twerps and two: I’m not accustom to exchanging BS in German.

Once I understood that these boys had an impact on her, it was already too late. Forgetting about the language barrier or maybe even the age barrier (I’m 7 years older), consoling anyone while the DJ drove needles in our ears with an awful mix of “Sweet Home Alabama - the remix", Queen, Backstreet Boys, and Seeed was next to impossible. But above all, the wooden boards used to cover the hole where self-esteem is supposed to be were no where to be found. I used to be good at pulling friends out of the dumps, but now I’m lousy at best.

I wanted to tell her that people are especially mean and hurtful when we start to believe what they say. We give their hateful words power. I wanted her to believe that she is beautiful and gorgeous on the outside. It isn’t a lie or flattery. These asshole shrimps see it too. Only they used the cheapest methods to make themselves feel taller and stronger in her presence.

It is hard when someone feels so uncomfortable with their appearance. We all have at least a dozen times in our lives. But to let that uncomfortable feeling ruin a night of potential happier moments - that is just unfair. She wouldn’t even give herself a chance, which just lets those dicks win even when they are out of the picture.

After she’d had enough of me trying in vain to cheer her up, I got her to dance one time to a cute German song, Tanz der Moleküle by MIA., but on the condition that I’d leave her be. I don’t even know her that well and still it tears me to stand aside knowing she believes in something that without a doubt is untrue.

Artist: MIA.
Album: Kuschelrock (Die Schoensten Deutschen Lovesongs) [CD2]
Title: Tanz Der Molekuele - Mia - Tanz Der Molekuele, Tanz Der Molekuele