About Jazmine…

I don’t know what to do anymore. My life is in shambles, and I am the one to blame.

What am I to do with Jazmine? She is but my sister, yet everyone complains to Haslia about her, and she has no choice but to spill the tea to me.

“Jones believes she is trying to get overtime, so she purposely takes forever at the incinerator and proofer to rack all that money for herself.”

“I don’t know,” I would respond.

“Does she know that she exists in a reality where other people are present and the world does not revolve around her? Does she know that her actions influence the actions and behaviors of others?”

“I don’t know,” I would respond.

“Dolly thinks Jazmine is immature, and there is no way in the world she can ever get a guy if she thinks the way she does.”

Imagine living such a free ekht life. Lollipops and sunshine everywhere you go, everywhere you walk. The trees make way as you encroach their territory, but they don’t swallow you up. They just let you pass one more time, let you invade their space yet another time. You get to go party at your friend’s house on the weekend and come home at one in the morning, drunken with alcohol knowing if your parents smell it, they’ll kill you… also knowing you have a “curfew” of 10:30 at night to be home.

Imagine being a social bug. Literally. Bugging everyone you know to hang out, to go drive hours upon hours away to look at a special rock that can be found in your backyard. You answer to no one. If you get a boyfriend, you only ask him to hang out with you, and he invites you to hang out with him. But once you’re married, you decide to just always be on the go and not let him know. You go as you please, having not a wit about the rift you are creating in everyone else’s world because you only exist in your own little resplendent world.

And yet, I’m the one who was told about the curfew. Not that I hung out much as it was only with Haslia, so what was the big deal? I wasn’t out getting drunk like a sailor, staggering about asking why the rum is gone.

That’s all for now. Until the next series of fits and ebullitions…

By Arlo