And through the woods, to the arms of the woodsman do I go. Instead of going to the Place of Homework To Be Done, I went to Letchworth State Park, where I was able, for the first time since the quarter started, fulfill a promise made at the beginning of the week for a week well done. Up until now, I’ve told myself that I didn’t deserve it, that I didn’t get all my homework done before Sunday night, that I was a failure and failure should be rewarded.
It’s a pretty vicious and depressing cycle, if you think about it. I try not to, to be honest. It makes me sadder than I am before I contemplate the thought.
This time, however, Boy (as you will know him until I decide to reveal his name) was feeling this very same sentiment of dread and misery because he didn’t think he’d be able to go to the park, something he’d been looking forward to all week. Now, I’m more than ok with breaking promises to myself. The way I see it, I have to put up with my sorry ass for the rest of my life, I’ll have plenty of time to re-fulfill promises made. Broken promises to Boy, however, are unacceptable. So we went.
It’s very hard for me to describe how happy I felt. Not for me, heavens, I get enough smiling done on my own…I was happy for him. He seemed to transform into this sullen, sad little boy to the happy kid at Christmas who learned how to make it snow without summoning snow demons. It was magic.
Oh, there was this amazing older gentleman who helped Boy with his picture taking (Boy was testing his camera with a roll of film. Hope they come out nicely)
To Vulf: I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the Place Where Homework Must Be Done. I was busy making magic.
We went to ice cream afterwards and then I started Dynamics. What a pretty faerie tale, no?
There are pictures, check out my gallery!
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- Crisp
