Whimsical

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Let childhood fancies become reality, if only to make a dreary day more fun.

Submitted: July 26, 2014

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Some days I feel like the weather should match my mood, as it often does in books and movies.  Because I am melancholy the skies need to be a dark and brooding grey, or that my irritation should have a soundtrack of roaring thunder and howling winds; unfortunately the weather has yet to be influenced by my emotions.  My father taught me that the world will not stop moving when I do, and that when I feel overwhelmed, I should not stop either.  He told me that when stress becomes too much for him, he screams.  He bellows his frustrations into the unsympathetic sky, uncaring of who may see or hear him.  I am not like my father in this regard; I am not the type to go yelling at the stars, no matter how I feel they have wronged me. 
While I may not screech my dissatisfaction, I was encouraged to find another way to relieve my negative emotions.  When the world is pressing down on my shoulders, I give myself a cleansing, droll moment.  On warm summer days when the sun is high in the sky but my mood is dragging through the gutters I will go for a walk.  On these walks I often spot abandoned pennies, glittering warmly on the hard cement like fallen drops of sunlight.  I say quietly to myself, “Find a penny, pick it up, then all day you’ll have good luck” then reach for the shining coin.  I am not a superstitious person, and I do not believe in luck, but I would like to.  When I check the coins to see which side is facing up, I always smile, because if the penny is heads up it is lucky and I get to pretend I have put a piece of good fortune in my pocket.  If the coin is face down, I get to flip it over and leave it for somebody else to find, and I walk away with a bubbling joy in my stomach as I hope that the next person to find it does believe in luck.  I hope that they believe in many things, like fairies and wishing on dandelions the way that I secretly do.


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