When I was 10 my mother asked me if I could open a jar for her. I was nervous, I had never questioned her superior strength before but here she was, bested by a jar of pickles. I gently rapped the rim against the edge of the marble counter top. I twisted(more) with all my might and then... POP! I thought I had broken my hand. "Thanks honey," my mother remarked. I put the jar down, feeling like a man for the first time.
When I was 15 I exited the bathroom and felt it was necessary to warn everyone not to go in there for a while. My father asked me if I opened the window. Indeed I had. We discussed the need for a fan in the cramped lavatory. A weekend was set aside to remedy the lack of an air circulatory system. He asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee and let me read the paper. I have never felt more like his son.
At age 17 I laid in bed with a girl and felt sure I was in love. I opened my mouth to tell her something but everything surged at once and I was speechless. I felt so strongly for her, so passionately. I would lie awake with her sometimes and wonder if I wasn't dreaming. I would hugged her tight then, happy to be a fool.
...shell of your former self, but it's not your fault. Everyone leaves their favorite self behind, it's just so much faster when you're dying.
...credit to your race. I always knew you were different.
...brave soldier in the critical war of your generation. It's going to tak(more)e guts, the ability to discern which way the wind is blowing, and a well-honed skill for willful ignorance. You'll want to be able to drown out that ocean of background noise so you can hear the correct orders and follow them.
...disgraceful example of what can happen when an overdeveloped intellect joins forces with a misguided education.
...man who's been through enough Hell to know what it means to appreciate the sweeter things in life, but you're also a complete and utter failure.
...stain on the screen of my memory, totally amorphous and inconsequential, but you keep obscuring more important things from my vision.
...complete farce, an ineffectual actor who can't keep his own demons from sabotaging every performance he undertakes.
...lmost back to the point at which you began, twenty-five years ago today, mewling and howling, scratching and clawing your way back to a more comfortable position, rolling around in your own piss and shit.
...single shaft of light, harboring nothing toxic or untoward. The solid F note on a wide brass bell empties your thoughts like steam flowing upward, and every muscle in your body relaxes in its ability to float weightlessly over the highest mountain.
...cruel answer to every question you've ever been too terrified to ask. You've always known.
...leader, a boss. The responsibility's yours. Now they get to pay.
...child. Finally everything moves backward. Less is expected of you each day, your skills leave you, you get to relax.
...brick. Now, someone else will make something of you.(less)