21. October. 2007.
p a r t 3 o f 3
Insane.
Crazy.
Weird.
A mistake.
I say:
Misunderstood.
Ignorant.
Oblivious.
and Incompetent
to the world around them.
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So she deleted my book and forced me to start over and sure: Sonny and Oscar's ending was oblivion and okay: I hurt my arm jumping out of Connor's car and now he's in jail for kidnapping and my mother is not the most mentally competent person in the world; and Michelle doesn't know how to give people gifts or hide pregnancy or the fact that she's gay and I am not so terrified of high school anymore and I will never be Kitty or Nightcrawler and I have a lot of negative memories involving my home, my family, my friends, and places I've been and I can never stop time.
But I can go to the store. After all, even though it reminds me of Connor, I still love my root beer-flavored chapstick, that pee-wee gum and my Arizona. Maybe if I apply the chapstick, chew the gum and occasionally sip the soda, maybe -- just maybe -- my boobs will be brown and all will be well again.
But until, then I will sit still and awe at the wonder and stupidity that is the world. Maybe it'll make the moment last longer, make time stop for a breather. Won't you come and join me?
YOU ARE READING
In the Days of Chapstick, Gum, and Soda
HumorI might write a book. I don't know. Life happens to get in the way of that sometimes. * * * * * Inspired by @Woowoowriting and her books: The Darlings of Suburbia and Seeking Connections. * * * * * Short Story #319 Hu...
