I drop significantly on Becca’s Myspace top friends.
2007
I visit Joe in Oregon and stay with him and his girlfriend at their apartment. They have a baby boy. Becca and her boyfriend come down with their baby and stay at Joe’s apartment, too.
I see Jaime one day when I’m in town and we talk about childhood and I notice how different our vocabularies are.
I go to Oregon again, but no one answers the phone when I call.
Wait, Why are You in Denial?
There are two kinds of people in this world, I know I’m making a lot of generalizations. I think the only way to ever say anything real about the world is to make generalizations. But maybe that’s a generalization. I should look up the word. Sometimes I meet someone who doesn’t fit into any of my generalizations and I feel tongue-tied or something. I feel like I’m just standing there. Once I woke up with my mouth open and my cell phone in my hand ready to make a text message. It was scary. There are two types of people. There is the type of person who gets really afraid of the world when they think about their own anatomy, and there is the type of person who gets really afraid of the world when they think about outer space. I forget where I was going with that.
Insecurities in Cuties
It is Halloween and you and him are making candy apples. You say you can’t eat any because you have some fake teeth, and that they might break on sticky candy. You show him the teeth by taking them out and laying them on the kitchen counter. He then shows you that each of his arm hairs is detachable.
If You Were Wondering if You’re a Selfish Asshole
— Can I use that pen really quick?
— I’m using it.
— Sorry. I’ll give it right back. I’m sorry.
— If you were wondering if you’re a selfish asshole, then no, you’re not. If anything, you’re really nice. And not in a manipulative way. That’s not what I’m saying.
— I’m not sure what you’re saying. Here’s the pen.
— I like that drawing. You’re talented. And not in the pretentious way. I believe in you. I believe in Love and Positive Thinking and Global Warming and I believe in you.
— Thank you. I believe in you too.
— Have you ever fought a battle you knew you were going to lose?
— I fought a bakery once because they charged me fifty cents more for a loaf of bread than they usually did. I had been their customer for many years and was pretty disheartened by the price increase. But it turns out that the owner of the bakery had been giving me a discount all those years and had just forgotten to on that particular day.
— Do you still go to that bakery?
— No, but I want to.
— Have you fought any other battles?
— Why are you thinking about battles?
— I’m not really thinking very hard about battles. It’s just that I was thinking about how bored I was and wishing that I were happier, or even sadder. I feel pretty convinced that I would feel better even if I was sadder. Boredom is the worst. Stagnation. That’s another word for it.
— I see.
— But it sounds like a battle you can’t win. Becoming sadder to improve overall mood. But I think that really is the case.
— I think you would feel differently if you were sad.
— No I wouldn’t. I’m a little sad right now. Did you just flip that guy off?
— He was rubbing that girl’s ass and staring at my chest.
— That seems rude.
— What were you saying?
— I think we should get lunch soon.
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If I were a poet the first thing I’d do is get a real dark tan.
Puberty
Everyone was there, watching. Aunt Jackie. Katie and Marie. Mom. Grandma Billie and Grandma Mo. Todd. Aunt Rachel and Uncle Phil. The three neighbor kids who hadn’t introduced themselves yet. The guy who had come to fix the roof. My friend Dennis. Aunt Rachel’s best friend Amy on speakerphone.
I counted to ten. Then, when ten didn’t work, I counted to twenty. I asked my mom how high she thought I should count. It’s different for everyone, she said. Alright, I said. Then I counted to fifty.
Aunt Jackie and Aunt Rachel started talking about my posture and my quick temper. They were speaking in lowered voices, but everyone else was completely silent, so it was easy to hear them. Aunt Rachel mentioned that I had recently cried over the movie She’s All That. It was disturbing, Aunt Rachel said. It’s just the hormones, Aunt Jackie said. That, and all the counting.
My mom asked the guy who came to fix our roof if he had a cigarette. He said he didn’t smoke and called my mom Lady. She told him to take his time with the roofing thing, it was no big deal, it was just a silly little thing, and that we were thinking of getting rid of the roof altogether. The man who came to fix the roof didn’t answer and continued to stare at me.
I counted to one hundred.
I started to hear noises coming from someone’s stomach, but no one said anything, then the noise stopped. A little while later I heard another stomach noise and someone said, Shh. One of the neighbor kids fell asleep on the couch.
Counting to two hundred was rough. I felt embarrassed. I began to develop a small fear that I would never stop counting. That this was my life now. This was who I was.
Uncle Phil asked me if I was a virgin. My mom told me I didn’t have to answer that. I answered. Grandma Billie said she understood.
After I reached three hundred, Todd handed me a calculator. I cut my hair off really short like a boy and then regretted it. Pizza arrived mysteriously at the house and everyone ate. I fell asleep on the floor and when I woke up Aunt Jackie prompted me, You were at three hundred fifty.
Ohmagah seriouslahh.
How to Save Money on Your Car Insurance
There is something really bad about sincerely believing that the world is getting ready to end. It almost feels like being on drugs. Like everything means exactly what it means and nothing means anything else and nothing is promised and you get what you get and one day you stop getting anything and you barely realize anything has changed. Sometimes I can convince myself that the world is not going to end, and then immediately convince myself that I will instead get a terrible disease and die anyways, alone, which is worse. I get panicky. I think, Please let the world end before I get a terrible disease and die. That would be so humiliating. Sometimes I want the world to end right now, not because I don’t value life. I love living. It’s just that, why continue when you know you can’t make it to the end? When you can’t tell your grandchildren all the stories you’ve been planning on telling them? I suppose you could just say your stories out loud, towards your ovaries, and think really hard about the potential ovaries of your little eggs and think of the eggs inside the potential ovaries as grandchildren. Then you might feel like you’ve told your grandchildren what you’ve been planning on telling them. But they won’t remember, and I think memory is the most important part. It’s like staying alive or something. It’s like a sourdough starter. This is the story I want to tell my grandchildren:
Kids, I am your grandmother. Do you want to make me feel proud of you? There is one thing you need to know. You need, need, need to save money on your car insurance. That is key. I don’t know what car insurance prices will be like when you’re old enough to want car insurance, but maybe you will not even need a car. I heard they were going to start implanting microchips into people’s brains that made brains more like computers. So maybe you won’t even need a car because you won’t need to drive to the café to check your email. Do you still use the term ‘email’? Maybe it’s archaic. Sometimes there are other reasons to need a car, such as if you’re trying to find someone whose cell phone is turned off or if you need to go buy a new computer, but all of this should really be eliminated once everybody gets the microchips.