Once upon a
time, there was a man, a painter, who the power to create living things from
drawing them on a canvas. A few masterful strokes of his brush and birds would
rip themselves from the canvas, taking flight towards the untouchable clouds, deer
would gallop and grow and frogs would hop off and chase flies into the bushes
beyond. This power caused the man to only want to draw animals, as man was the
only creature so be selfish to make demands of him. “Draw this so may eat it.” “Draw
this so we may ride it and use it.” Never wanting to use his power to gaze at
their beauty naturally. They had to be used and that was something he couldn’t
stand.
He couldn’t stand
the fact that everyone could see what he could. He was selfish and greedy and
he wanted them all for himself. Two beauties, their hair, skin, every curve of
their silhouette. He yearned to have them all for himself. At any moment, for
any reason, just all to himself. He had to do right and so this could not be.
His powers has to be used for good and nothing else. He contemplated for a
moment on what he could use his powers on in a good way that could get his
revenge. Maybe I could burn down a forest to symbolize what man has done to the
earth. Maybe flood the cities to so how we drown ourselves and society in tears
we cause to each other. I know! I show my displeasure to man and now it must
pay for its great offenses to the forest. The king of the forest made his
displeasure known with humankind ; that he banished man and his descendants for
all-time. But when the king wasn’t watching, humankind said, “That asshole, who
died and made him king?” Well, actually, they didn’t all speak this in unison.
One guy, Albert, said the words, and most of the rest of humankind nodded and harrumphed
and said, “Yeah, that’s a good point.” After all, no one could remember how he
came to be king. And the truth of the matter is that he signed up to be king on
the internet and his first decree after the certificate arrived in the mail was
to throw all his bad credential of been a bad student. He said what a waste of
time . I wasted my own time. I have a future ahead of me, a future that I can
only control. No one was going to control my future but me. So I decided to
take a turn for the better. I wanted to be in control of my life and not waste
my time. So I did. I changed my ways and at the moment my future was finally
looking bright. Until, I came home one day and my mom said “You can’t make it, you’re
just a waste of space.” So I decided
that I was tired of her judgement and would rather blow my brains out than to
listen to her ridicule me at every turn. While having dinner she asked me “are
you gay” I never herd that kind of question. I was so astonished. She think I
am look like boy.? Just because I cut my hair short? Just because I like to
wear sweatpants and hoodies? I clearly told her no. that was just my style. Then
she looked at her plate and continued eating silently. I felt so uncomfortable
that I had to leave the dinner table and marched into my room. I was not
offended by the fact that she thought I was gay. I was just offended that she
didn’t know me any better. It felt like I had slept through the knight so when I
woke up and she was standing in my room I checked the clock. Only midnight. I had
been asleep for about an hr.
“what” I asked
She sighed, “look
the truth is I was kind of hoping you
were gay because it would make this whole process easier”
“What process”
she was confusing me.
“This whole
coming out, that’s what you call it now right, coming out the closet”
“Im coming out, I
want the world to know, I just can’t let go”
“Helen please if
you stop now we can finally make it for breakfast at Mcdonalds”
“stop it Jeanine,
you know it ends at 11am and we’ll never make it”
No you idiot!!! McDonalds now
has breakfast 24 hours a day!!! Let’s go,
I’m hungry…
I want my “sausage
egg McMuffin” and my hash browns.
After they ate, she admittedly
thanked him saying that she was full and grateful that they ate. Now fully rejuvenated they went on with their
day. It was a good thing that they were
still able to get along so well.
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