Its past midnight.
Its my birthday.
It has been years since I was so excited to get a year older.
A few months ago I was so scared.
Because turning 24 meant I was officially in my mid twenties.
And we all know its a crime to not be young.
So any movement away from that should be avoided.
But I am so glad to move on.
I spent today decorating for Christmas with my family.
And doing the dishes so I can enjoy a clean house on my birthday.
A few weeks ago I caught myself in a self conscious spiral that has plagued me for years and was worse again.
I said to myself "I am excited to turn 24. I feel pity for my 23 year old self."
And I had to stop, because that was me.
Right in that moment, I was the self I was pitying.
I knew that my situation was bad and I didn't like myself, but I didn't feel like there was anything I could do.
But I keep being reminded that I can improve.
I look all around me at people I admire and hear their stories, and they are all about failing and choosing to continue.
I want to learn and grow, and I am working on accepting that that will mean failure.
But I would much rather try, because I can't just live my life to the next number, always gloomy about where I am.
I am grieving for my 23 year old self, which is only a few hours past.
There is almost no difference between her and me.
But she will be a part of me forever and I want to do her memory justice.
She deserves to turn into someone great, and I will work to giver her that.
To give me that.
I have a ring that I bought for myself for no reason other than it was for myself.
And every time I wear it, I am reminded of all of the selves that I continue for.
I am so happy to add my 23 year old self to that ring.
I am working better for her and for me.
I want to.
I am writing this post, even though I want it to be good poetry and know that it falls short.
But it is trying.
The last thing I did as a 23 year old was make a flower out of old craft supplies.
And I am very happy to give one last parting gift to the me that pitied herself.
Because she deserves to be happy as much as I do.
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Scene: If Huey had been a couple years younger and able to overhear Ronny and Elmer’s peri-drowning conversation...
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Ronny: Magic mirror of the sea, who is the unlikeliest to smile besides me?
Huey: Me.
Elmer: True that. Psyche! It’s me.
Ronny: Shit.
Elmer: Cope. I do. Anyway, you’re going to make Maiza smile, and you’re gonna like it. You’ll like it till you drop dead from smiling!
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Ronny: Mortal, I can grant you power beyond your wildest dreams. Perfect immortality. Freezing time. Extreme farsightedness. Command over the human race. Money go brr. Anything. Anything! Think big. Bigger. BIGGER. Think deep.
“After thinking for a little while...”
Elmer: s m i l e
Ronny: Elaborate.
Elmer: Laugh from the bottom of your heart, at the top of your lungs, like you’re having fun, like you’re overjoyed. Woo me like one of your French girls, bright-eyed, rosy-cheeked, lips parted just so in the latest fashion of joie de vivre. Tell me how you smile, you who are called a demon, and what makes you really and truly happy.
Ronny: What? No. Who are you.
Huey: Addict. Smile Junkie. Joyster.
Ronny: Listen. Before you are two buttons. The red one can get you permanently clean on the spot. The blue one gets you a one-time BSOD except the :( is a :). Choose wisely.
Elmer: :)
Ronny:
Ronny: This is the most difficult, most challenging, most unfeasible wish ever asked of me. You ask for what is impossible now, nigh impossible in the near future, and forever the unlikeliest of the unlikely to occur.
Huey: Oh, God, don’t encourage him.
Elmer: so what I’m hearing is that there’s a chance
Huey: Elmer, remember when I asked you “would a man who had no personal experience with happy smiles be able to give them to others?” and you went ‘point taken?’ Think carefully.
Elmer: So, what you want to do, Ron, what you do in this sort of situations is you attach yourself to someone else in similar smileless straits, straits sans smiles to quote your French girls, and you make them your pet—pet project, yeah, and you just, you know, do what it takes until they give you a laugh right from the gut. Ron, I betcha anything you’ll be able to smile after that, I mean, we’re talking my tried and true methods here. And partner, if we reunite, smile then, because you owe me—I love ya, Ron, but I’ll find you, and you’d better be glad that you met me again. ‘I can smile now! How d’ya like them apples?!’ …I’ll even take a reason like that, so please, show me your smile.
Ronny: Methods?
Huey: His only one.
Ronny: Has it ever worked?
Huey: No.
Elmer: It worked on you.
Huey: You know which party he meant.
Elmer: Look, I was going to suggest that Ronny stick close to Maiza, what with the dead brother and other dead so-and-sos being a real bummer and all, but... I guess I could wish for Ronny to tag alone with me until I smile for real instead...
Ronny: Wait. Hold on. Wait, demon, there’s still time to change my wish—I hadn’t pressed it y—Maiza! I wish for Maiza! My mind is made up.
Elmer: Ah, you’ve chosen the blue button after all. I figured you would.
Huey: Dare I ask why you didn’t wish for my smile?
Elmer: Well... When weighing my options, I like to choose the one that has the highest chance of succeeding.
Huey: So that’s why you didn’t wish for a genuine smile to call your own, Mr. Empty Ending?!
Elmer: Words can’t hurt me :). Not if I’m empty, right? You should try it sometime oh wait you are. What was that about failed methods, again? Cheer up! You know you want to you. You’ll never best me in the sans émotions racket, so you may as well give up and smile. Come on. Give up. Embrace failure. It’s futile to grieve the dead, but to be so delusional as to try and Lazarus-Frankenstein your wife when not even Ronny can? Move on. Smile for me like your French mother.
Ronny: Mortal, heed me as I literally drown out your words via an ocean of hurt.
Elmer: Huey’s mom :) would know :) a thing or two about that :). Hey, Huey, look to your right, I think I can see Monica from here! Smile and wave!
Huey: The line is breaking up—sounds—gargling?—can’t hear—
Elmer: Remember, demon, that with but a smile you summon meeeee!
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