There are some things in life that are just really hard to do. Like graduate from college, or buy your first car all by yourself.
I thought things would be easy around here, after my mom’s death. Sitting in the house, finally all alone. It’s actually quite peaceful. I guess I should start cleaning. And then I saw my mom’s tooth brush.
I just couldn’t throw it away. Sitting in her pink Tweetie-bird cup, her toothpaste next to it wondering when they would be used again. But I had to. I wrapped it up in a plastic bag and lay it in the trashcan. And I said goodbye.
So. I own 2 pairs of flip flops. Unfortunately, in each pair the right flip flop broke. For the past two weeks ive been walking around with a left foot flip flop on both feet. Today I tripped on the way to class, and I hear a “snap!” as my Right-Left foot flip flop flies from my feet. Now I own one left flip flop—but I’ve decided to go barefoot. Do you understand my pain?
Walking to class, you get attacked by silk worms hanging from the trees. Their webs entangle you, and you feel like something is crawling on the back of your neck. Screaming doesn’t help—your friend claims to a passerby that you have “schizophrenia”. I guess that’s what friends are for.
You get irritated by that stray hair on the back of your arm. While trying to snatch it, your cell phone slips from your grasp and you yell, realizing everyone in line is wondering why you grabbed your arm and screamed “NO!”