While grappling with my writers block, I was told by my boyfriend to check out youshouldwrite.com. The website is a fantastic way to challenge myself to write something different. When I went to the page, I was given a challenge.
Which inspired this:
Janice was not known for her tolerance of stupid ideas. Her younger brothers, Andy and Cid, would pepper her with annoying thought bubbles based on what she thought were ignorant stances on life.
“What if,” Andy would pipe up while Janice was stuck at the bathroom sink brushing her teeth. “A crazy homeless person broke in to the house and tried to steal the bread from out of the bread box, and he does, but, like, he gets away and realizes that it’s moldy and he failed? Epically.”
Janice would roll her 15 year old eyes and try to spit her toothpaste onto her brother as he ran out of the bathroom laughing.
Janice was practical. She believed in facts and she believed it was up to her and the rest of her generation to save the world from the destruction of war, deforestation, and the hole in the ozone. Janice knew, that even at 15 she had wasted precious time. At night, after finishing her stupid homework about stuff that didn’t matter, she’d troll the internet for ways to make a bigger difference. Janice felt frustrated, though because, in her mind, she could do nothing. In the mornings, as her family was getting ready to go to work or school, she’d stare at herself in the mirror of her room and wonder what it was that would be her final destiny.
At school, Janice was neither popular nor unpopular. She had friends she liked, (practical friends) who would save portions of their lunch money to buy weed and then smoke under the bleachers in the football field. There, Janice would talk about only important things like presidential coups in South America or theories on what was happening in North Korea. Of course, it frustrated Janice that she could not travel to the places herself to see what was happening and then make a life-altering change that would immortalize her forever in the annals of history.
Janice would get home from school every day and allow herself the luxury of playing Zelda for an hour. She figured that the adolescent female brain needed a break from the fretting over world affairs for at least a little while (plus, Cid and Andy didn’t get home from school for another hour anyway and it was the only time Janice was actually alone in the house).
Janice played her video game. And as she played on that particular afternoon: she had an epiphany. Her mother had left open the TV media center that morning before heading off to work. The glass doors of the entertainment center reflected Janice playing her video game. Janice could see a grey version of herself in the glass. She saw the dark rimmed glasses on her face, her busty chest, her wide hips, brown hair and long arms holding the controller. Janice stared at her reflection for what seemed like an age before realizing that the best way to solve the world’s problems was to become a man.
January 24, 2014 at 8:10 pm by Natalie Allen