piggy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic


I was still 16 when I met Piggy. Nope, she is not my safe-deposit box, neither is she a pig, that’s right she is a human being. To be honest, I do not know what her actual name is, but let’s hope she reads this.

Winter was dying and the pre-monsoon winds were early and on such one afternoon I opened a chrome tab and googled, “Talk with random anonymous people”. I was feeling pretty lonely back then and I needed someone to talk to, there were people around me but being a very judgmental person – I really like choosing my people. This is indeed a very great disadvantage, basically, it means you are one step away from being a Psychopath and people hate you. So, I checked out some websites and frankly, I was disappointed, whomever I met had a very strong libido and I was just 16. Whenever I would type “Hey, how are you? How was your day?”, they would type back “M or F, Age, and Location”, and when I provided them with that information they would ask if I would send the picture or if I would like them to send it first. Not the picture of you and your family in a Picnic, trust me definitely not that. So, after pressing the “SKIP TO THE NEXT PERSON” for at least 37 times. I asked the same question, “Hey, how are you? How was your day?” and she replied, “Call me Piggy”.

“And yes, I am good how about you?”, overjoyed, and assuming that I found the meaning of life I replied back, “I am so good right now”. I introduced myself and then we talked to each other about things that I wanted to talk about and why she loved Pizzas more than anything. And it had been like 25 minutes by then and I was enjoying it, usually, no one talks to me but somehow, I really felt connected to her as if we had known each other since we were kids. But then something happened, the whole tab went full bright white. And a message popped up in the green background, “SORRY YOU GOT DISCONNECTED FROM THE SERVER - PRESS HERE TO SKIP TO THE NEXT PERSON.”

What the HELL was that, I just lost her, I felt devasted and lost that foolishly made up meaning of life. Too depressed I just closed the tab and leaned back on my bed looking at the ceiling of my room. I did that for five hours.

Winter was over, it was the middle of the monsoon season when I started feeling bummed out again. I woke up at four and prepared myself a cup of hot chocolate. It was raining outside so I thought it would be better to take my laptop and that incredibly strong bittersweet cup of hot chocolate to the balcony. Leaning back on the cozy cushioned chair, I had a sip of the disgusting drink that I made. I kept the laptop aside and looked through the window, I felt refreshing. The deep blue clouds were turning darker but the rain was soft. It remarkably calmed my eyes, to the extent that I started crying. I wiped up my tears fiercely and I looked up again but it was gone and it started raining heavily. I opened a chrome tab, and as I was typing my previous search showed up “Talk with random anonymous people”, I pressed enter and went to the same site again. I typed out my user name, “Dimitri Fibonacci” and I continued. “Your chat starts in 5 seconds”, one, two, three, four, and five. The first person to pop out was a pig icon – it was Piggy. I had the same feeling again- overjoyed.

I blasted out, “Piggy is that you”. “Oink, oink”, she replied. We talked to each other for two hours and then I suddenly had this weird feeling that I will lose her again so I said the same to her and I wanted her to reveal who she was. She denied doing so. I was disappointed, having no account on any social media platform I asked for her email-id. She said, “no”. “I really like you but don’t get me wrong I just prefer to stay alone”. “Why?” and then she shared an experience of her with me and I decided it was better if I forget her too. It was sad and I could feel that when I asked for her identity, she was hesitating to talk to me further. “My dad is calling me, oh no what did I do now?” she wrote back and I knew this was ending right now. I started typing fast, “Hey I did not mean to...”. “Bye”.

“THE CURRENT CHAT IS OVER PRESS SKIP TO THE NEXT PERSON”. I met Lana after two days and something happened to me, I had the same experience that Piggy had, Lana was fake and thought she provided me with her email-id, apparently it did not exist. Lana wasn’t piggy, but for a second there I really thought Lana would make a great friend and when I found out there was no Lana, it was more disheartening than never meeting piggy again. Piggy did not trust me for this same reason. She could have trusted me but isn’t it better that she did not though??


Submitted: June 11, 2020

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