This week’s amazing words to play with: Goatskin Wind Close Whiskey Misery Illicit Goddess Insatiable Adronitis (n. frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone—spending the first few weeks chatting in their psychological entryway, with each subsequent conversation like entering a different anteroom, each a little closer to the center of the house—wishing instead that you could start there and work your way out, exchanging your deepest secrets first, before easing into casualness, until you’ve built up enough mystery over the years to ask them where they’re from, and what they do for a living.) Creation Hunt Husky
It was fair to say that Martha was regarded as a goddess. Whether she wore a humble goatskin garment or the most expensive fur she was a stunner.
And she knew her looks got her places, places most humble women could only dream of. But her looks were all she had.
Underneath the façade of glamour to burn there lay an insatiable appetite for attention.
When you have not much but a front and no substance you become an adronitis to anyone who tries to befriend you. Every question is greeted with a blank stare; there was nothing creative happening with the vast arena that was her mind. You always felt there was something happening inside her but you knew she had no idea what it could possibly be. It was as if any idea simply got lost within her brain and found other things to play with rather than process it in a logical way.
So often she sailed close to the wind when she was interviewed. Many was the time her interviewers were tempted to write about Martha as an empty vessel in literal terms. The hunt to find some substance about her was never ending.
Some went down the alcohol track plying her with whiskey to get her to open up but all that did was make her usually husky voice huskier as she giggled and flirted shamelessly her way through what could have been a fascinating interview.
Another time she was invited to try a few illicit substances which only led to her already miserable life being made a greater misery for when she woke up she would often be disorientated with an insatiable urge to devour three cheeseburgers.
But finally it was understood that with an adronistic personality there would be no telling what she was about and each reporter had as good a chance as anyone to discover what it might be. The closest was the woman reporter who claimed Martha reminded her of a house with every light on but there was clearly no one at home.