FRIENDLESS IN SEATTLE

FRIENDLESS IN SEATTLE

A Story by ChasingHappiness

 

            You’ve met the many Micaela’s in the bus. You’ve met her in your school, in your office, in your church. She one of the thousands of people who have no friends.  She’s usually suffering from depression, whether full blown or just minor. Worse, she might even be suicidal. She’s the girl who’s always alone in Starbucks, the one who’s always eating alone in the restaurant.  The one who’s always buying grocery by herself.

She lives alone  in an apartment and no one calls, no one visits, no one hangs out. Often, she cries in her room because she is so lonely. She has relatives, but ever since she was small she really didn’t want to be with her aunts, with her cousins. They bored her.

            In school, she’s usually by herself, sitting alone in the canteen or by the stairway, waiting for the bell to signal the next subject. She’s not ugly but guys never seem to ask her out. She doesn’t drink, doesn’t take drugs, doesn’t engage in premarital sex because she knows those are not good for her.  Maybe that’s why others find her so boring.  But she’d rather be boring than be in a rehab facility somewhere.  And she has no plans of being a single mom.

Sometimes, she meets a boy that she thinks she has a crush on, but again, he doesn’t ask her out. She, on the other hand, sometimes feels that she has to make the first move, but always, she convinces herself that the relationship won’t work.  So, she never tries to make the first move.

            I used to be a Micaela. I mean, my name is still Micaela, but I am now a different Micaela.

One day I just decided to go to an animal shelter. I remember having a dog when I was little. Dogs are fun.

 I saw many abused dogs and cats. There’s this one puppy who was shaking in one  corner. I called him ( I invented a name)  and he slowly came, with its tail under his legs. I put my hand inside the cage to touch it and it moved away. I called him again, this time he allowed me to pat his head. I gave him the name Dobee.

            I no longer cry in my room. I no longer feel lonely. Everyday,  Dobee and I walk, making both of us feel good. Everyday, Dobee does something to make me laugh. I quit my old job and I now work in the animal shelter where I met Dobee.

            You might find this rather strange: In fact, I myself find it very strange, I now consider myself a very happy person. For many, many years, I had a sad life, a very sad life. But not anymore.

            I think that’s why God created dogs…and cats…and birds…and fish…and hamsters…just in case you’re another Micaela like me.

© 2013 ChasingHappiness


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ChasingHappiness
ChasingHappiness

Shen shih, east, Hong Kong



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Many people try to find the fountain of youth. Many are afraid to get old, many are afraid to die. But we will all get old, we will all die. My quest is much simpler: I just try to find happiness e.. more..

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