The slightly weird girl, who is sure of who she wants to be,
rambles on. Her nervousness has unplugged the dam that normally would slow the
outpouring of words currently rushing from her lips. She unintentionally waved
her hands as she always does when speaking, but her movements are more
pronounced because of her unease.
Stopping her, a gorgeous boy pulls her close and quiets her
with a kiss. They separate briefly as the new development sinks in and then
they smile to each other, enjoying the knowledge that their previously hidden
feelings are mutual.
Watching this on TV, girls’ hearts flutter in desire. They
desperately dream of finding that one perfect guy; the guy who would create
explosions of fireworks in their minds from just a touch. They want nothing
more than to find their other half, the person who will complete them.
One day in the future, all their dreams will come true. Some
bumps may mar the long and winding road ahead, but in the end, they will have
found their closest friend.
Passing by, paying little attention, and moving too fast, I
try to grab for my watch as it peacefully rests on the snowy-white counter. In
slow motions, I see my hand dramatically grip the wristband for long enough
only to give the helpless object enough momentum to begin a spiraling freefall.
Realizing my hand only groped weightless air, I jerked out my hand to cushion
the rapid decent of my helpless watch. Not fast enough, I stared in guilt as
the crash rang through the room.
As if this inanimate object’s life depended on it, I scooped
its bruised body up and cradled it in my gentle fingers. With critical eyes, I
inspected its small form to locate any damage I’d accidentally inflicted.
Relief flooded through me as I heard the perfectly timed ticks of its little
heart.
The small clock was still alive but it hadn’t come out of
the incident unscathed. Pieces of simple decoration floated around, dislocated
from their sockets. Wanting to remove the glittering pieces as if they were
deadly shrapnel flowing in its bloodstream, I became a surgeon. I took a simple
butter knife to open my damaged time-keeper. With its innards exposed, I
hastened to continue the operation. I gently twisted the tiny screws out of
their groves and tried to remove all of the patient’s compact organs to allow
for the shrapnel to fall harmlessly out of the body.
Little did I know, I had carelessly cut into a vital vein
and I unintentionally had started an overflowing rush of internal bleeding.
Having not realized my mistake, I returned everything to its proper place and
began to close the incision. Thinking I had successfully completed my
unnecessary surgery, I then noticed the trickling cut.
The minute-hand on my wounded watch now didn’t have the
strength to fight gravity’s influence and another wave of guilt washed over me
as I sadly stared at the limp appendage. Knowing my ministrations had been all
for naught, I began to bandage up the incision I’d made.
However, try as I might, I couldn’t pop the parts back
together. I struggled for a short while, determined to not give up and, for the
last time, a great idea in theory turned out to be destructive in practice.
Trying to clamp the inflexible parts together, I managed to
stop the beating of my pitiful watch’s heart. A crack sounded through the room
and it catapulted me back in time to when this whole tragedy had begun.
Looking sadly down at my faithful watch that was broken to
pieces, I wished I had quit while I was ahead.
