FRIENDLESS IN SEATTLEA 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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Added on August 22, 2013 Last Updated on August 22, 2013 AuthorChasingHappinessShen shih, east, Hong KongAboutMany 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..Writing
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