It’s Monday Night

In fifth grade, I had wonderful things happen to me. I read The Odyssey and The Wonderful Wizard of Oz for the first time. I starred as someone’s daughter in a school play and wasn’t shy at all, and my dad showed up like he said he would. He was late, like one of those sentimental movie moments where everyone’s surprised and happy the work focused dad finally comes through (mine wasn’t like that, he was just late and I’m scene setting); I saw him from the stage and got all happy he made it. For my science project, I made the solar system with him (2nd place yea!), burned my arm ironing my Hello Kitty t-shirt, and celebrated Hanukkah, Christmas and Kwanzaa at school (this was the nineties, no one got offended). It was great.

Then one day, my pal Amir* (name changed) gave… different vibes, far unlike the friendly competitive friendship we had. He gave me a note that said: Do you like me? With options of yes or no, and a specific disclaimer: Don’t circle no!

I circled no. I didn’t like him like him like that. I know what you’re thinking, how could your lady of the writing community be so brutal?

By the time we were off to lunch, he pulled me aside, asking why I circled no. I said because it was the truth—with an unnecessary attitude, and he strangled me. Yup, both hands wrapped around my throat tight. I was kicking and fighting back, then my teacher separated us and had the nerve to corner me, asking, “What’s wrong with you?”

“You should ask him that, stupid!” I yelled at her like Paige Grapheme. She didn’t see the entire incident. She got huffy and sent us both to the principal’s office, where we told our side of the story. The principal verbally reamed Amir for choking me and got detention, then made him apologize to me on the spot. He did so through tears. We hugged after. I felt really guilty.

That day, I learned that telling the truth can hurt. But it’s freeing not to live under the weight of a lie.

Ah, and karma came for me the following year. I landed my first boyfriend only to have the world crash on me when my parents said, “We’re moving—across country.” And that was that.

Now you know a few about me facts. In the winter season I reflect a lot, and the boy from fifth grade came to mind. I forgive Amir for his wrongful hands and ended up writing a poem of my interpretation of his sadness. I’m certain he found someone to circle yes later in life. I hope.

Thank you to all my readers!

I love your warm thoughts, meaningful comments and getting to know you. There’s such a wide range of excellent material in the WordPress community that blows me away and everyone is so nice.

Everyone’s work from written to visual is refreshing and goes down so well, like the juicy mango margarita I had yesterday. Oo! I just swallow you all up.

Yes, that’s the actual mango margarita I had.


14 Comments Add yours

  1. AB says:

    We do stupid things as kids, don’t we?
    The fact that you remember the incident as an adult now and feel sorry for it is what matters the most. Thanks for sharing the message here! I really hope Amir found someone who’d circle the “yes” for him and I hope so did you. You have a lovely day, Kirsten! Keep up the good work 😊

    1. Yes, we do! I’ve had my share haha. And you’re very welcome, AB, I’m happy I could inspire you. And I did, I believe we all find someone to circle our yes in life no matter what. 🙂 Thank you for the sweet compliment!

      1. AB says:

        You’re very welcome 😊

  2. Mike U. says:

    Thank YOU, Kirsten! It’s been a singular pleasure reading your wonderful stories and poetry as well as being on the receiving end of your kind comments on my own blog. You inspire all of us and we’re all better because of it. 🙂 As for Amir, childhood crushes can be…well…crushing. From love notes to strangulation in a heartbeat…puppy love at its finest! But seriously, it’s so heartwarming to know this incident inspired such a fine piece of poetry all these years later. Thanks for sharing some background in this post. It’s fascinating to learn the backstory behind the inspiration for creative works. It reveals the humanity of the author and helps us connect to the message in the words and images. Thanks for helping to make this community such a fun and welcoming place. 🙂

    1. Aah you’re very welcome Mike! You’re so sweet. 🙂 And thank you too, your work is a huge inspiration for me as well. I like to think memories turned into tales births the most vivid pieces. And I’m trying this forgiveness thing out in regard to my past, so I can clear my mind of negativity I’ve been holding onto (because that just grows into its own beast). I’m so happy I could inspire.

  3. such a vivid childhood cherish! it is nothing short of a beautiful poem in prose form. Love it!

  4. the tile picture of raised hands is actually a crown that you have earned in your creative writing, and the mango drink is your celebration! keep it coming!

    1. Heyoo! I love this. You got me amped, friend! Cheers 🙂 Thank you for your kind words.

  5. Your fifth grade year seemed ripped from the pages of an After School Special (dating myself here, I know. It was an old ABC anthology tv series from the late 70’s). I’m glad your teacher was on hand to stop the situation from escalating to something more fatal.

    Hell hath no fury like an unrequited love who receives a circled “No.”

    Kudos to you for speaking your truth and for being so forgiving. You’re a better person than I am because I’m not sure I could have done the same in your position.

    Anyhoo, good write and glad to get to know you a little better.

    1. I know right? You never expect your friends to treat you like that. Thank you for your kind words Rhyan! 🙂

  6. when are you going to write : It’s Tuesday Night?

  7. we are expecting your “It’s Tuesday Night”…..and “It’s Wednesday Night”…..

  8. It appears to us that you are enjoying “Sunday Night ” everyday! (by not writing….hahahha)

    1. Haha I took a small vacay. I will be back soon friend! 🙂