Slice of Life 3:
My plant is dying, and frankly, I’m sick of its poor me attitude. The three little ones are fighters, but the big guy, it seems, has just given up on life. How can you save someone who doesn’t want to save themself? I‘ve tried really hard to be there for him. I’ve given him water. I open the blinds so he can soak in the sun. I take a rag and delicately dust off each leaf. Still… Look at him… he makes a mockery of my efforts and love with each amber leave that dejectedly drifts to the ground. Often I raise an eyebrow… and grimace- sometimes in sympathy, more often now in disgust. I’ve tried talking to him, whisper words of encouragement… But I simply refuse to pity him and I’m not playing his mind games anymore. You want sympathy? To be the poor, lanky, neglected plant all alone in the corner? Oh Boohoo. Look around you sissy… There are plants a quarter your size, with hearts of gold, putting up the good fight. I’m no longer playing the scapegoat for your self-loathing surrender. If you want to give up, quitter, then go ahead. YES. Your apathetic resignation to life breaks my heart, but it’s time for some tough love.