I don’t know for certain it’s the town doing this to me, but it’s worth a shot. I can’t remember any of my social media passwords, so I can’t tell any of my friends or see what they’ve been up to since that day. I guarantee you, if nuclear war broke out and everyone on the planet was killed, I would still wake up on May 7, 2014, just like always. I see everything happen to everyone out there but me. For me, the Internet is the only thing connecting me to the present day. The only news item that exists to them is Whole Foods’ stock tanking. My parents just smile and go on with their day. No matter how much I scream at them, no one even flinches. My life plays out as if some unseen power has hit the rewind button every night. Only he can change the people around him. You know the one, where that man has to relive the same day on repeat. At midnight, for me, my world becomes the start of May 7, 2014, all over again, and I find myself laying awake in bed, just as I was when it began the first time. You all get to move on with your lives, accomplish things, better yourselves. ![]() I know the world is scary, but I would give anything to be there, with all of you. I’ve watched from my phone as you elected an incompetent man president, as world leaders bicker, as movies and games and books come out that I will never get the chance to experience. The only thing that ever happens is outside the borders of this stupid town. But it’s not like anything can happen to me. Like maybe trying to climb up the tallest tree in the backyard using tools from the garage. Sometimes I try to have little adventures. Sometimes I apply in town, but I never get to hear back.Īll I can do is sit here and watch the world go by from my laptop. I’ve applied to jobs out of town, but I have no skills to speak of. I wish I could just leave, but I’m stuck here. I used to tell them “good morning.” Now it’s usually some variant of “no, it’s not.” They still smile and go about their business. “Good morning, sunshine,” my parents tell me every morning. I was supposed to have moved out in a few weeks. Sometimes I go for a walk around my neighborhood in hopes that there’s something interesting. I don’t do my makeup, because there’s no point. This is what I get for being an English major. And no one seems to have the positions I have the skills for. What else was I going to do? I have no money, student loans are eviscerating my bank account. ![]() In this town, nothing ever really happens.Īfter I graduated, I moved back in with my parents at their suburban home while looking for a job. The main character, a dog, spent his entire day moping around his house as it rained outside, complaining “nothing ever really happens,” while all sorts of whimsical stuff occurred everywhere that he didn’t look. I remember an episode of a kids’ cartoon I used to watch when I was very young.
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