Miss Celeryroot's Blog

First of all, I would like to say that my name should be PotatoGirl. However, I found out when signing in that all variations of the name were already taken. I had no idea that so many people would identify themselves with potatoes. I mean that because I chose the name in an ironic way.

Some years ago, a friend called me little potato, in a good way.She probably does not even remember this anymore. But I remember because I hated to be called that way. If you had all the vegetables to choose, why a potato, the plainest of all? She meant that I was very easy to deal with – everybody like, or at least can eat, potatoes. But it is always the side dish, unremarkable, and never a favorite one.

And I am indeed a potato. Intelligent, but not a genius; not smart, but not stupid; generally not ugly but almost never beautiful; once in a while funny; quiet, but not to the point of being mysterious; with good and bad thoughts and plain actions and depressive for so much time that I already got used to it.

Continues tomorrow…