Saturday's Storyteller: "Oh my God, why is everything so horrible?"
by Belinda Roddie
Oh my God, why is everything so horrible? Just like that, bananas as we know them will cease to exist. Bees will disappear, too, and only the wealthy will be able to afford chocolate if we can still plant it. Soon, the trees will be cut down because we need space for cattle, and if we're lucky, all of California will turn to ash after the next colossal fire. Thanks, humanity - you're really doing us a solid!
Still, I cling to the impermanent moments of it all. The songs I find on Youtube that I listen to over and over again. The cold air before everything on the planet gets too warm. Wearing suits and drinking blackberry margaritas, kissing my wife because I have the freedom to do so publicly now. Seeing my sister for the first time in months, having the whole family reunited for Christmas. The taste of peppermint chocolates and caramels. The thrill of my fingers across a keyboard.
Why does everything have to suck, and yet every little fun detail in my personal world has to feel good enough for me to keep my bubble walled with brick?
2018 may have to slap me upside the head soon. I've been learning to resist. Now I have to actually do it.
And resistance, ultimately, must lead to action.
Maybe things will be less horrible then.
This week's prompt was provided by two people: Diana Heideman and Justin Tack. I decided to take both their concepts (whether they were intentional or not) and write a small, more personal reflection for my Storyteller. It's not much, but I think it's good as the last short story I'll write in the year 2017.
Oh my God, why is everything so horrible? Just like that, bananas as we know them will cease to exist. Bees will disappear, too, and only the wealthy will be able to afford chocolate if we can still plant it. Soon, the trees will be cut down because we need space for cattle, and if we're lucky, all of California will turn to ash after the next colossal fire. Thanks, humanity - you're really doing us a solid!
Still, I cling to the impermanent moments of it all. The songs I find on Youtube that I listen to over and over again. The cold air before everything on the planet gets too warm. Wearing suits and drinking blackberry margaritas, kissing my wife because I have the freedom to do so publicly now. Seeing my sister for the first time in months, having the whole family reunited for Christmas. The taste of peppermint chocolates and caramels. The thrill of my fingers across a keyboard.
Why does everything have to suck, and yet every little fun detail in my personal world has to feel good enough for me to keep my bubble walled with brick?
2018 may have to slap me upside the head soon. I've been learning to resist. Now I have to actually do it.
And resistance, ultimately, must lead to action.
Maybe things will be less horrible then.
This week's prompt was provided by two people: Diana Heideman and Justin Tack. I decided to take both their concepts (whether they were intentional or not) and write a small, more personal reflection for my Storyteller. It's not much, but I think it's good as the last short story I'll write in the year 2017.
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