02.21.2012

What I should have said

I'm not ever overly eager to say anything nice about myself, I swear, but there is this one thing: I'll get up in front of a crowd when, what's really important – or what feels important at the time, anyhow –, is that I share myself.

Odd, though, that if you were to ask me how my day went I'll almost always stumble and bumble and stutter and crash. I'm not one to talk about the weather, I guess.

In high school I wrote a story that impressed my teacher and, like the rest of us in that inescapable chamber of adolescence, I died to share anything that might at all resemble the world outside of it. My story was a guess at what the world was like outside of those walls and I knew that I should share it with my aunt Jane because she embodied the idea wholly that a person could be free of them. Of course the chamber doesn’t go away when you get out of high school, the room just gets bigger. And still, I swear, Jane lived on the other side of those walls always.

Of course, there’s this: she loved my story too. She loved that I enjoyed writing it, really. Jane could see what makes you happy long before you could and, being a person who lives on the other side, would never let you forget about it.

Jane never let me forget about writing. She even remembered my characters names. God… and here I am, trying to sleep, thinking about what I should have said.

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