December 10th, 2009

Witch

Being a kid is really weird sometimes. You don’t really notice it at the moment, but either your circumstances or your mental processes are skewed in a way that’s really obvious to everybody but you. For example, Carly and I read through a select few of her childhood journal entries. One that I guess kind of stuck out in my head was this one. I’ve removed specific incriminating details for privacy, but you understand the basic gist.

“November 29th, 2004. The day I became a true witch.

It’s happened. Grandma succumbed. God it’s my fault. When she called me a witch that night I think she meant it for real. Everybody just told me she was confused and that she didn’t really mean it but I think she did.”

She told me that the people she read this to when she was younger laughed really hard over the first line and immediately clammed up when they read past it. They were also like, a couple of years older than her. That’s just sort of… interesting, I guess. How people just don’t really comprehend until it’s spelled out for them. She told me that she split up with a really good chunk of that group shortly after the incident, which I totally get. You know, I wonder why she trusted me enough to read that journal with me? I haven’t really deserved that trust. I don’t deserve her.