I am sitting in an empty meeting room waiting for everyone to come late. There is a nice looking pencil on the table. The rubber looks unused. I am tempted to take the pencil, but I know my life may be changed forever if I do. I learnt that from TV. I grab the pencil and put it in my shirt pocket. I make my choice. I feel regret mixed with excitement. It feels good. I am sure no one would miss it and I doubt I would ever be a suspect. I am too good looking. It’s comforting to know the police have stopped searching for anything. They mainly run errands. I still need to have an alibi because I realize stealing isn’t only the act, it’s a process that never ends. I must have eternal vigilance. I will claim I took the pencil because I thought it was mine since, like the Nissan Almera, they all look alike. People are starting to come in the room and I am suddenly self-conscious. I think they are all staring at my pocket and my new pencil. I start to behave stranger than a work of fiction. I take the pencil and start to draw on my notepad instead of making vital notes. I draw a stick-figure policeman and a working police car. People are starting to make fun of my drawing. I am hoping they would understand my hidden message and my cry for affordable therapy. Some claim the working police car only exists in the fantasy world. They miss the point. I am starting to cold sweat like Crazy and I can’t think of anything but lead. I don’t like this misery and I want my less guilty life back. A voice in my head says I think too much and that’s why I suffer. The same voice says there is only one way to have a guilt free life and fans in whose eyes I can do no wrong. I decide to become a politician.
i like your writings. does that mean i need therapy too?
i shouldn’t have asked.
i credited you in my post. not that you can do anything about it now. it has been published.
I feel honored. I read your post and I smile. It’s always good to mentioned in blogs. I don’t think you need therapy since you blog. It is the cheapest way to attempt to achieve mental stability
“I doubt I would ever be a suspect. I am too good looking.”
Wonderful stuff.
I will vote for you. But few have won for whom I voted in politics.
Matt: you are encouraging me so I just posted something new. Thank you very much
krissnp: I don’t know if I am an electable person but I think I am, for the very least, likable
Loved the ending.
I’ve imagined aka_lol to be good-looking.
Not many good-looking Trini politicians, huh?
Run, I’m sure you’ll get a vote based on that alone.
Looks are important in Trinidad and Tobago politics, and it is all that will ever matter. The politicians use makeup and mirrors to make sure of that.