Paris's curse of good looks

Tuesday, Febuary 12, 2008

Aphrodite has blessed me with magnificent looks, but sometimes I think it's a curse to be this handsome. I have felt my whole life that I am the black sheep of the family. My brother Hector has always been the grungiest of us, but he has always been noble, courageous and victorious in battle while I don't ever get as involved. I am not as into all that as he is. Hector has a wife and son who adore him that he is able to provide for and take care of, where I don't have to worry about any baggage back at home. I have to look out for number one. That is my number one priority. If I don't take care of myself, then who will?

I don't know how it should be considered my fault for causing such an uproar in this town for following my feelings. I knew right from the moment I laid eyes on Helen that she had to be mine. So what if she belongs to Menelaus. I am the better looking and more charming catch. I am without a doubt much more good looking than her husband and can fulfill her needs better than he can. Bringing her back with me was the right thing to do, even if everyone I know disapproves.

I should not have to participate in a war that I do not agree with. This is all being blamed on my affection for Helen, and I feel this is caused over something very childish. People need to learn to mind their own business. Helen is with me now, and I don't have time to be gone all day and night fighting when that's not even my strongest quality anyway. I have better things to fill my days with, rather than going out and exhausting myself with agression. I much prefer to spend my time locked away in my room making love with Helen.

My brother has been getting on me lately to be a man and help out in this war that I "created." I am deciding maybe that's the only way to get everyone off my back and to start minding their own business.