Static ContinuityA Story by open endedThe humdrum is never ho-hum. Live a little. Escape static continuity.Ann sighed. It was yet another day. She woke up, slept.
Brushed her teeth, shampooed her hair, washed her panty and hung it to dry,
rinsed her hair, put in conditioner, washed her body and rinsed. She toweled herself dry,
put on lotion- but always with sunscreen on her face and neck first. She put on
her makeup as an empty attempt at vanity since she knew it wouldn’t last half
the day. Spent ten minutes deciding which clothes would make her look pretty,
yet ended up choosing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. What was the point, she
wondered, if the days didn’t make any difference? There was no excitement, no
rush of emotion- only static continuity. Each day she promised to
lose a pound, eat healthier, smile more, feel more, commit. But she can’t. She
knew she didn’t want it enough. She knew she wasn’t strong enough to pursue the
changes she wanted to happen. Life wasn’t generous
enough, or forgiving enough, Ann felt, to allow her one single window of
opportunity. Life didn’t spur her on to make the changes, wholly necessary, to
make her live again. She was only, every time she awoke, on the slow procession
to her tomb. There was no incentive for her to live and dance throughout the
procession, nor to see the end as freedom. She dragged her feet instead. She was too lazy to smile
and laugh, to flirt and believe. To believe she was capable, beautiful, funny
and endearing. She only knew how to keep safe, to not feel, to be shallow so
that when ripples broke, it only broke a small portion of her person- but the
whole of it as well, since she had so little of herself. How narrow-minded. How
frustrating. Why can’t she find the strength within her? She’s just being lazy. But those don’t matter.
What matters is how she feels. Where will she find the
strength, if not within her? Without? The bright, warm sun. The
hearty laughter. She want to be a part of it. she longs to be a part of it- a
part of something alive and happy. When will they include her? When will they
let her in? When will they see the beauty that she sometimes doubts she
possesses? Please let this be the
day. Please. © 2012 open ended |
StatsAuthoropen endedPhilippinesAbouteverything is never what it seems; there is always a story behind them. never judge too easily. try to understand. more..Writing
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