My name is Eleanor Oliphant and I'm fine, indeed: very good. I don't pay attention to others. I know they often stare at me, whisper, turn their heads when I pass. Maybe it's because I always say what I think. But I smile, because I'm fine like this. I'm almost thirty years old and I've been working in the same office for nine years. During my lunch break I do crossword puzzles, my passion. Then I go back to my desk and take care of Polly, my floor plan: she needs me, and I don't need anything else. Because I'm fine alone. It's only Wednesday that worries me, because that's the day the call comes from prison. From my mother. Later, when I hang up the call, I realize I'm touching the scar on my face and everything seems different to me. But it doesn't last long, because I don't allow it. And if you ask me, in fact, I'm fine. Indeed, very well. Or so I thought, until today. Because something new happened today. Someone gave me a kind gesture. The first in my life. And that changed everything. Suddenly, I discovered that the world follows rules that I don't know. That others don't have the same fears as me, and don't try every moment to forget the past. Perhaps the "everything" I thought I had is precisely all that I lack. And maybe it's time to really learn how to feel good.---take a look also at the other objects in the profile and in the shop!!--Good Entry!!
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My name is Eleanor Oliphant and I'm fine, indeed: very good. I don't pay attention to others. I know they often stare at me, whisper, turn their heads when I pass. Maybe it's because I always say what I think. But I smile, because I'm fine like this. I'm almost thirty years old and I've been working in the same office for nine years. During my lunch break I do crossword puzzles, my passion. Then I go back to my desk and take care of Polly, my floor plan: she needs me, and I don't need anything else. Because I'm fine alone. It's only Wednesday that worries me, because that's the day the call comes from prison. From my mother. Later, when I hang up the call, I realize I'm touching the scar on my face and everything seems different to me. But it doesn't last long, because I don't allow it. An