Esther: A Human Being
First, I should tell you this: Esther was a normal American teenager in the most blatant way possible.
1. She liked bacon.
2. She liked Reality TV.
3. She didn’t know the difference between England and Great Britain even though she was in high school.
4. She didn’t know what the hell was going on with her life and for this reason everything seemed to stay as still as a Southern afternoon. It was monotonous.
5. This was the greatest struggle she faced in the past 15 years of her life as she knew it (her family had enough money, she was well fed, went to a good school, got good grades, stayed out of drugs as much as possible, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.)
And yet, she didn’t know this as normality. She knew this as Esther. Esther the girl, Esther the girl with too many Beatles posters in her room, Esther the girl with too much to do, Esther the girl with not enough time and too many thoughts in her cluttered brain.
Her brain. Her brain used too many conjunctions. Too many Ands. Too many Buts (har har). Too many Ifs, Ors.
she was normal. But who are we to judge her on this? Okay, so at first glance (maybe even second glance) you couldn’t find a single feature to define her? Then define her on the fact that you couldn’t find a feature to define her?
That could hurt some feelings. Don’t want to cross that line.
She died you know,
died on a rainy summer morning.
Three Killed in Car Crash
(was the headline)
I didn’t read the article.