So Not Cute, Cozy Or Comfy
Ever fall from so high that you could envision a very sudden, very splatty impact?
Well, that’s where this story gets weird.
I fell.
Yeah, I was currently, and so very suddenly, doing the falling thing. All because I finally admitted what I really wanted for my own life, and inevitably- got pretty snarky- with my dad.
The veritable Poo Head.
And amid all the whooshing, arm flailing and hair strands whipping my face, despite my hexagon hair clip, I felt retribution for hoping I could choose something new for myself. For my future. The intense sting of it all felt so very real. Because I intuitively knew…
Nothing I could do would stop it. Stop me.
And all because I was sooo done with being a virgin. Being alone. Alonely.
“Eternal virginity? Turns out- not a gift.” I yelled upwards cuz you know, still flipping falling, “Not a life!”
I craved more.
I yearned for connection.
I wanted to love and be loved.
I craved cute, cozy, comfy, love.
Which is what I finally confessed.
“So Mister Poo Head, I mean, Zad. My dad. Grr. Zeusy Poo, replied in his deep, sinister voice, all the while smiling cryptically, “then go ahead, Artie, and fall… in love.”
“AHhh! What? For the love!” I’d shouted in epic surprise, as my entire world tilted.
“Exactly!” He laughed. Smiling like he had a massively evolved secret as opposed to the random impluse to see me fall. He lifted his strong, bronzed shelter of an arm, waving bye bye to me like he used to when I was little, all while I plummeted.
“But to where?” I yelled at him, hoping for some hint, other than death or like, outer darkness and stuff. “I can’t even shoot anything!”
“No weapons, Love. No powers. Just you.”
I heard so very clearly in my ears, as though his voice were all around me.
“Just. Me?”
Holy flip! What was I thinking?
Because thus far…
Falling was so not cute, cozy or comfy!
