Braided essay, solo

But on this night I knew that I had been there. It was where we used to play marbles. I lost every time, but I was just too thrilled with it to give up. I wish I still did things like that.

This is the cat’s house. It has been for eighteen years – longer than it has been for any human. The people who lived here before us tried to take him with them, but he came back one night, and then four more.

The injustices of these teachers. I knew I really didn’t do any of what they said I did, nor did I do anything wrong!

These days I would have said, f that!, and walked away. You can’t be great at everything, and hey, I was pretty damn good at some things! But down there deep I still admire those who do what they love even if they suck at it.

So he stays here now, prowling the dated hallways, keeping them free of mice. It is his house, and he will never leave.

But I had to fill out a plan sheet anyway feigning that I actually regretted my actions. But inevitably when the dust settled a few days later, I came to see my own injustices.

~ by doug on March 12, 2008.