LJI, Week 2: Living Rent-free in Your Head
Damn, it's dusty in here. Some of these boxes have been here....forever, it seems.
I should clean things out.
But every time I try, it seems like they come right back. Some multiply.
Oh, look. "Be a good girl." This is a doozy. It goes back to....1977? Why do I keep it?
"Just be good. You're a good girl. Be quiet." I still have a terror of blue bathroom tile, of men walking up behind me, of the scent of Old Spice and cheap beer. I shut the box quietly, so the voices don't notice.
The siren song continues, and I can't resist. I open a corner and peek in again. "She's a good girl. Loves her mama." Oh, HELL no. I slam the box shut. Shut up, Tom Petty. That is a lie, and you know it.
I AM a good girl. I'm nice. I was once told "You're so....nice" like it was an insult.
Maybe it is. Opening the box again, I hear the faint voice of the Witch from Into the Woods. "You're so nice. You're not good. You're not bad. You're just...nice."
I saw the play when I was in high school. I was in love with every moment...and then there was this song. I'm so...nice.
I'm a good girl..
"I'm not good. I'm not bad. I'm just right. I'm the Witch. You're the world."
There it is. There's that moment. It sends a thrill through my veins. I can be the Witch. I am the Witch.
I close the box gently, carefully tucking it in the corner. Maybe I'll keep this one.
I should clean things out.
But every time I try, it seems like they come right back. Some multiply.
Oh, look. "Be a good girl." This is a doozy. It goes back to....1977? Why do I keep it?
"Just be good. You're a good girl. Be quiet." I still have a terror of blue bathroom tile, of men walking up behind me, of the scent of Old Spice and cheap beer. I shut the box quietly, so the voices don't notice.
The siren song continues, and I can't resist. I open a corner and peek in again. "She's a good girl. Loves her mama." Oh, HELL no. I slam the box shut. Shut up, Tom Petty. That is a lie, and you know it.
I AM a good girl. I'm nice. I was once told "You're so....nice" like it was an insult.
Maybe it is. Opening the box again, I hear the faint voice of the Witch from Into the Woods. "You're so nice. You're not good. You're not bad. You're just...nice."
I saw the play when I was in high school. I was in love with every moment...and then there was this song. I'm so...nice.
I'm a good girl..
"I'm not good. I'm not bad. I'm just right. I'm the Witch. You're the world."
There it is. There's that moment. It sends a thrill through my veins. I can be the Witch. I am the Witch.
I close the box gently, carefully tucking it in the corner. Maybe I'll keep this one.