Narrative for Fritz

He walked into the room slowly. It was uncommon territory, a slight knot forming in his stomach. Tugging at the stuffy tie his wife had draped around his neck, Fritz put on his most convincing professional mask, and approached the man quietly. It was his first formal job interview, and it was nerve-racking.

Most of his life had been filled with much less complicated matters. He was the son of simple grocery store owner, and his contemporaries never let him forget it. All his attempts to become more than what his father had been came crashing down around him when his schooling ended. There was no money for University, and Fritz had no true skills to showcase. His childhood in school had been difficult. Between the teasing and bullying, he had barely secured an average education.

“Why do you feel you would be a good fit for our company, Mr. Michaels?” the stolid man behind the desk inquired. It was a simple enough question, but Fritz had no real answer. Why would a poorly educated son of a grocer fit in with a media mogul? He sat, in pensive thought, trying to appear as calm as possible. Slowly, he formulated his answer. But the words stumbled out of his narrow lips like water drops from a faucet barely left on.

“You… are a, umm, business of… the people, sir. I, well, I guess… I feel like, you know, umm, I can easily relate.” The interviewer leans back in the chair and scratches his chin. Fritz already knows that he has made several mistakes. It wasn’t good enough for a true businessman. All along, Fritz knew there was little chance of escaping his situation. It was inevitable and saddening all the same.

“We’ll perhaps give you a call, Mr. Michaels. Good day.” Fritz nods and backs out almost apologetically. He was enough of a realist to know what it meant. There was no chance, and his life would continue in its mundane fashion. It wasn’t fair, in his mind, what he had been dealt. Why did it have to be this way? Why couldn’t he just put on a tie and become the man everyone, his wife, his family, wanted him to be? Was he to blame? Holding in his feelings, Fritz move out into the waiting room where other men are dressed in similar, but well-kept raiment.

But as he left, Fritz realized something. All the men lined up, they were all the same. The pale glares and shaking hands were always present. He didn’t really want to be one of those drones. It was good enough, for now, just to be himself. Even if it wasn’t what society deemed as perfection.

Portrait #7

Being that I would rather not refer to the man in the portrait as “man in the portrait” for the rest of this blog, I will call him Fritz, as I feel it matches his look and character.
Most prominently, Fritz has presented himself with a gentlemanly façade. His professional raiment and perfectly coifed hair being evidence to such an insinuation. But he falls short of his goal to present himself with such professionalism, as he is not akin to such formalities. This can be noted in his rather sloppy tie, askew to one side. As such, it would not be a stretch to come to the conclusion that perhaps Fritz is not of the superior class of which he imitates. Perhaps he is on his way to attempt to become something more than his social status currently affords him.

Of interest is Fritz’s personality, as a man with such a thoughtful glare creates some sense of mystery. But his true demeanor is less intriguing. The almond shaped eyes are lifeless, almost subservient in a way. The tight lips create a sense that he is not ecstatic, nor truly saddened by his state of affairs. He accepts his role in life, even if it means being less than what his dreams hold. But he is not above trying to escape his plebeian life, and thus has the good notion to practice excellent posture to attempt to woo potential employers.

Before one can pose more, it would be of interest to look into the peculiarities of Fritz’s visage. His ears are of an inconceivable girth, and could say something towards his life as a child. One can always imagine the endless teasing afforded to him by this abnormality. Also, his brows come together, showing a slight bit of thoughtlessness when grooming. This goes right back to his attempts at being a true man of affluence and position being just short of what is needed. Also, his thin face, coupled with prominent cheekbones might suggest a gaunt individual, who is lacking in the nutrition needed for civilized life. 

As one can imagine, it is hard to give Fritz a complete story. However, he has enough emotion, or perhaps lack thereof, that can tell us more about his character. He is no doubt a simple man, and most likely a follower. He does not trouble himself with the world around him, and shows little remorse for the life he has been given. One could pose that he is masking his true feelings, which is most probably partly true. There is a sense of inner pain in his eyes and overall face that could point to his actual disdain.

In the end, all of Fritz will remain a mystery. That is the true beauty of art, and people. When one thinks they know everything, they inevitable find that all they were assuming was wrong. Perhaps the tie is a sign of rebellion; that Fritz is from the high society but is trying to break away and be more relaxed? One may never be sure, but it is exactly that which makes him a most interesting character

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My name is Jared Brickman.  I'm from Baker City, Oregon and love to write and play tennis.  If you have a question for me about anything, don't hesitate to ask.