The worst day of her life was that Sunday afternoon. No energy. Nothing to do. She sighed. She had the distinct impression that the walls around here were going to collapse. She tried to extend out her mind to help prop up the walls and called for help. Nothing. Mind powers never work. She knew that as an adult, but as a child she liked to stare at objects and will them to topple over. She liked to stare at her mother, or her brother, or any of the innumerable uncles and will them to notice her. It never worked. Sometimes when she did this she would strain so hard that her brain would hurt. She was pleased with her younger self for trying so hard to do the impossible.
Now she is just being dramatic. The moment has passed and it is no longer the worst Sunday of her life, now it’s just a normal Sunday, which is still pretty bad but she can handle it. Her cat appears, he makes some noise, kind of like he’s hungry, but without putting too much effort into it.
Why do you lie so much? A question from her mother.
Why do you lie so much? A question from her school teacher, each year.
Why do you lie so much? A question from Jasmine, her friend.
Why do you lie so much? A question from her boss.
Why do you lie so much? A question from her father, whenever he saw her.
Why do you lie so much? A question from Chris.
Answers are the most boring thing imaginable, she thinks. Who needs them, what do they provide? Not everything can be rational. I like it when 2 + 2 = 5 sometimes, she says to the cat. I like it.
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The above piece of writing comprises part of my fragments project, some of which are available on this website. I intend to add new fragments piecemeal, not in any particular order, and as the occasion take me.