I can’t sell me
On Friday night, I was unready to drive home. I knew I couldn’t go to the next bar and drink, and I was sick as well. So, I went back to my rental car and decided to rest. Unable to settle down, I decided to make use of my time and inserted a CD my aunt made for me, which was my 2nd birthday celebration that was recorded on cassette tape in 1981. She gave it to me this past Christmas. It was a thoughtful gift. I did not know when I would listen to it but, honestly, any time was a good time. I was not overly coherent when I listened to it, but I remember hearing my grandma, mom, and dad talking throughout the cd. Specifically, I remember my dad continuously calling my name to get my attention. His high inflection in his voice illustrated excitement and interest. This was not a voice I remember experiencing. I am thankful for my aunt’s effort as I am for my grandma’s effort in organizing old photos to remind me of memories long forgotten. I know now that my intuition that I conveyed to others now had some tangible merit. I am me just because; I am my filtered eardrums; I am my creative stroke. I am just screaming. Listen and respond!