Memory #15: An Unreliable Memory
I seem to be suffering from some sort of memory blank tonight. Since I can't remember anything to write tonight, let me . . . um . . . construct a memory, instead.
Let's suppose there was once a painfully shy first grader who found himself hopelessly attracted to the most beautiful little blonde haired girl from his class. One day, instead of playing football like normal, he chased her around the playground. At first, playfully. But then, for no reason he could ever fully understand, furiously.
He tripped her.
He felt the anguish of remorse before she hit the ground, before she burst into those heart-breaking tears, before she stormed off to tell the teacher.
The teacher, the little girl's giant blonde doppelganger (could it have been that he was furiously attracted to her as well?), sat the boy and girl down and asked the boy: "Why? Why did you trip her? Do you not like her?"
He cried, but he could never make them understand, because he could not himself understand, that he had done it because he loved her.
3 comments:
This first grader sounds quite like Lenny in "Of Mice and Men."
This sounds symbolically similar to something that happened to my friend in college. I'm sure she'd be delighted to know that shy "first grader" really loved her. I bet that teacher is used to being the object of nothing more than a boy's crush. Too bad for her.
Thank you Charles Kinbote.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Kinbote
:)
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