I had always thought that I’d end up in a
loony bin. As if being crazy were a destiny worth having and I simply embraced
it. It’s probably the only reason I had found myself in such a place as David
E. Butler Hospital back when I was freshly seventeen. I am crazy simply because
somehow I got it in my head that this is the ways things should be. Sometimes,
I think the reason is the world just put me in a weird spot. Other times it’s
because I am less ignorant than is expected. Just last Tuesday I decided that I
must be crazy because I am left handed.
The day it happened I was sitting in my
principal, Janet’s office. I had been sitting in her office far too often back
then but sometimes it just seemed as if there was nowhere else to go. In the
past I have always blamed the events leading up to the moment were the reason
why. But it was not until this very point that I had decided that I was crazy.
It was in this office that I realized that I couldn’t end things myself. I
could only hope to give a push in the right directions. Sitting at a table that
took up much of the space in the room, I had glared at all of those in front of
me. This time there were more people than usual, as I had really fucked up.
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