Strange Companion

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic


I walk through the streets as I walk through this house and in constant company, I find myself surrounded by a troupe of personifications the strangest of which is Regret. An odd thing, formless in the sense that like most things emotions especially they are difficult to pigeonhole into a specific appearance but if I had to make up an image for Regret, I would put them somewhere in the region of a strange little goblin as the description. Regret follows me about most doggedly out of them all, and as I stumble through life breaking things and causing more mess than there had previously been Regret is quick to pick up the broken pottery and china of my life and relishes in showing them to me. Fascination in things I would prefer to be left alone and forgotten in time by all including myself. This archaic creature is like a strange fairy-tale creature like a fairy but only visible to myself often enough causing mischief in my mind as I try and go about my business. Regret will often-times kick me before I get chance to kick myself, painful reminders in stupid moments, gleeful in its open relishing of my blunders, for things I wish I had not said or annoyingly laughing over things I wish I hadn't done. Like that one friend that will always pull up the embarrassing moments every time without fail or the mother showing childhood photographs to anyone who would care to stay for a cup of tea. 

It isn't that I am at particular odds with Regret it's just that it is particularly annoying, if I could converse with Regret, I would at least hope to lessen the degree at which it reminds of my mistakes or perhaps find a better time of day with which to bother me. Unfortunately, it seems like Regret will do it's own thing regardless following me around like the little goblin it is and throwing things and laughing at me the whole time. I look to the rest of the entourage for some help, but it seems that when Regret is particularly active the rest don't want to get too involved. Some days I find the things that bothered me yesterday don't bother me half as much today, perhaps the passage of time is a way to mend the broken pottery of my life? whatever the case, Regret seems to be childish in these moments, bored by their old toys and demanding new things to play with, the louder and more obnoxious the toy the better. So, I look to my past regrets now with a sense of bemusement, how long will Regret take before it is bored with the rest of these memories. Most likely I will be stuck with Regret my whole life just as many others have their own version of Regret, I know that at least until I am dead and buried Regret will likely follow me to the ends of the earth. With the only main comfort being that once I have passed on to a blissful silence so too will Regret.


Submitted: May 20, 2021

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