There was a moment a few weeks ago when in extreme sorrow, I shook it off and picked up the phone. “Hello?” I said in a sing-song voice and then continued the conversation without a slight hint of my distraught state.
My parents once observed how easy it was for me to get over things. When I was little, they could offer a simple desire and then the tears went away…immediately. I remember in high school, someone so distressing was simply wiped away when my sister came over to share her fries.
But several years ago, a friend was conflicted. She saw my journal, detailing yet another college moment of despair. But when she spoke to me, I spoke of the great wonders, the great comings of the future, the funny happenings to me especially the funny people, light jokes and the like.
A long time ago, I wanted to be an actress. Despite my difficulty in lying, I found it easy to be someone else because I start believing the lie. It’s easy to pretend, but it’s too hard to forget.