Jenny

A Preliminary Report on Whether I Am Whimsical

So I decided to conduct an investigation. If I was whimsical, as my friend claimed, then evidence ought to exist.

I can’t say my mental health has been repaired, but it did remind me how I got through my teenage darkness completely sober.

If I had 4 more, it would just be perfect, wouldn’t it?

I have had mixed feelings about my feelings for as long as I can remember.

“In twenty years,” I asked myself, “how could I remind myself of this year?”

I thought of many ways I could start this.
Here’s one:
Death circles me.

A solo bedtime routine with Sanpellegrino and The Summer I Turned Pretty, and a toddler-led blessing inspired by sitcom theology.

And these were all to my face, so who knows what she calls me when I’m not there.

I have no tidy bow to tie this up with. I have no message. I have learned no lessons.