Writing stories in my spare time. Daydreaming all the time. Welcome to the world inside my head.
The internet has opened up a whole new world for humanity. It has connected us like never before and enabled the sharing of unprecedented amounts of information. This has allowed us to make rapid progress as a society… unless you’re an idiot like me who use the vast powers of the internet to do something as foolish as creeping on someone. I say that as I sit in front of the screen, scrolling through the Facebook page of a girl I liked 20 years ago. I know it’s horrible. I know I shouldn’t be doing it. She probably wouldn’t appreciate some random guy creeping her on Facebook. Yet here I am anyways. So what is it about this girl that I’m willing to break social taboos for? I met her 20 years ago and thought we had a great connection, but due to a serious case of paralysing fear and nervousness, I messed up at the moment that I was supposed to ask her out. Although time has faded my memory of it somewhat, that mistake continues to haunt me to this very day. I strongly believed that she was the ‘one.’ I’ve met other girls after her, sure, but each new person I meet only seems to reinforce how perfect she is compared to them. I’m probably wrong. Maybe my admiration of her is just in my head and has no basis in reality. But I can’t help the way I feel. To me, there was no coming back from that mistake. That was a pivotal moment in my timeline - where it split into two different futures: the one where I end up with the girl of my dreams and the one where I am now - alone and unable to move on from something that happened a long time ago. The scary thing about the internet is how it makes it almost impossible to move on. Despite how it sounds, I’m not blaming the technology though. I‘m perfectly aware that it’s really my own stubbornness that’s making it impossible to move on. Unfortunately, my awareness of my stubbornness does little to motivate me to overcome it. To make matters worse, now that I’ve found her on social media, I’m too afraid to act on it. Looking at her page, I can infer from the information that’s accessible to me that she’s probably happily married, with a family of her own. 20 years is a long time. In that time she lived her life fully, while I’ve been stuck in limbo. I’m just hoping for one last miracle. I’ve decided to do it. After lurking for so long, I’m finally going to send a friend request.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. At times, it looked like a sliver of daylight. But often, it was just varying shades of grey. Seeing it in this way only made it seem less real.
The Magic of Christmas
Christmas. Does it get better with time? Christmas is one of those days that gets tougher to celebrate as you get older. Just like birthdays, I guess, but Christmas comes with its own set of challenges. When I was a kid, Christmas was simple. It was one of the few occasions per year when you get presents. People decorated their houses, put up nice lights, and get together for festive meals. There’s special programming on TV, Christmas music on the radio, and malls are packed with people.
The Love Bite
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Tom whistled at the first sight of it, still far away, but slowly coming into view as we closed the distance. In the van with us, were Crystal and Sam - a couple, and Tom’s girlfriend, Wanda.
Today’s Journal Entry
It’s been a while since I’ve written an entry in this journal, but here I am with a tale that is worthy of an entry. It was a week ago that I got a call out of the blue from a highschool friend of mine. She explained that she needed someone to house-sit for her and she remembered how we used to go home from parties together, sleep in the same bed without her worrying about getting taken advantage of because, apparently, I was that trustworthy. So I became the obvious choice.
A Christmas I Don’t Remember Forgetting
There was poop and pee everywhere. On the floor, on the couch. Even a day later, and after a good cleanup, I was still finding poop in nooks and crannies. It even haunted me in my dreams. This is not a good way to start a story, I know, but given the theme of this writing challenge, I thought it best to give a preview where this is going. The events of this disastrous holiday gathering began so innocently, and as a result, I never could have foreseen such a revolting aftermath.
The Age of Aquarium
Hiroshi stares at the giant whale shark through the cold glass of the massive aquarium. The whale shark slowly turns, with one of its eyes facing his direction, as if trying to return his stare. Hiroshi’s hand warms the small area where it is touching the glass. He’s hoping in some way, that the whale shark senses his subtle attempt to make a connection and that it would stick around to keep him company. It’s not unusual for Hiroshi to think that he has a bond with the animal. He’s been coming to the aquarium everyday for the past 20 years. He‘s been visting this same whale shark since it came to the aquarium 10 years ago. It’s part of a routine that‘s been giving him comfort and peace. The aquarium, the gyoza shop he eats at everyday, and the library where he reads periodicals, make up his daily routine. He’s afraid that if he changes anything, it might also disrupt his comfort and peace. It’s a peace that was hard-earned, he felt. He suffered from depression for many years before he arrived at this equilibrium. A broken relationship started it off, followed by the loss of his job, his friends, his best friend, and eventually, both his parents. Now, he lives alone, and the only creatures that seem to understand him live in this aquarium. They rarely change, unlike his life, which always seems to change for the worse. His main enemy now, is time. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, time seems to cling to everything, tranforming things that should be sacred. Not that anyone would consider his time with the fish sacred, but to him, it is. One day, time will come for him and end his peaceful and comforting routine. He wonders if the fish will miss him when he’s gone. But most likely, they will adjust and find a new equilibrium. Still, he likes to think that seeing him has become part of the fishes‘ everyday routine too and that maybe they just might miss him a little. When all is said and done, they, too, will pass on. At that point, it will no longer matter who misses whom.