10.30.98
Today, while RR and I were picking up the last remaining bits we needed for the annual BYOP party (Bring your own pumpkin), I was amazed by something. I thought it was really sad, and quite frankly, if it wasn't for the festive mood I'm in, could have depressed the hell out of me.
At Longs drugs (a local super drug store) there was a clerk in her mid 20's or so. She looked tired, and apathetic, as most apothecary clerks these days do. No doubt, she has limited education, few aspirations, and this shitty job will be the best one she could possibly have. Her arms had many tattoos on them, there was an emotion on each finger (her index finger had a smiley face, middle finger, a frown, etc.) but the most striking one was a tattoo which ran the length of her forearm. In a high school script, and ink most likely from a Bic pen, were the words "Lonely Girl...Tiana (her surname.)" The part that really was striking and made me momentarily blue was the fact that there were a dozen or so scars running across the words, and various marks made by sutures. Lonely Girl had attempted suicide. (and was also an IV drug user for a short while --a short stretch of sclerotic, scarred vein)
Well, obviously, she got her shit together, and was attempting to make something positive, which I found to be encouraging and kept me from really bumming myself out. The nihilism in my deepest soul, however wonders how long this poor kid could keep it up. She really seems so unhappy.
But, you know, YOU have to do what's right and proper in YOUR situation. Others may offer support and guidance through the rougher spots, but ultimately, it is your life, and not mine. You have to take responsibility, cuz one day, it's all going to have to end. If you have made decisions that you regret, have done things in a stupid way consistently and knew about it all along, whose fault is it? Yup. Like the great goddess, Nike sez, "Just do it."
At Longs drugs (a local super drug store) there was a clerk in her mid 20's or so. She looked tired, and apathetic, as most apothecary clerks these days do. No doubt, she has limited education, few aspirations, and this shitty job will be the best one she could possibly have. Her arms had many tattoos on them, there was an emotion on each finger (her index finger had a smiley face, middle finger, a frown, etc.) but the most striking one was a tattoo which ran the length of her forearm. In a high school script, and ink most likely from a Bic pen, were the words "Lonely Girl...Tiana (her surname.)" The part that really was striking and made me momentarily blue was the fact that there were a dozen or so scars running across the words, and various marks made by sutures. Lonely Girl had attempted suicide. (and was also an IV drug user for a short while --a short stretch of sclerotic, scarred vein)
Well, obviously, she got her shit together, and was attempting to make something positive, which I found to be encouraging and kept me from really bumming myself out. The nihilism in my deepest soul, however wonders how long this poor kid could keep it up. She really seems so unhappy.
But, you know, YOU have to do what's right and proper in YOUR situation. Others may offer support and guidance through the rougher spots, but ultimately, it is your life, and not mine. You have to take responsibility, cuz one day, it's all going to have to end. If you have made decisions that you regret, have done things in a stupid way consistently and knew about it all along, whose fault is it? Yup. Like the great goddess, Nike sez, "Just do it."
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