on glass cases
“The best things, though, in that museum was everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody’d move. You could go there a hundred thousand times, and that Eskimo would still be just finished catching those two fish, the birds would still be on their way south, the deers would still be drinking out of that water hole, with their pretty antlers and their pretty, skinny legs, and that squaw with the naked bosom would still be weaving the same blanket. Nobody’d be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you’d be so much older or anything. It wouldn’t be that, exactly. You’d just be different, that’s all. You’d have an overcoat on this time. Or the kid that was your partner in line the last time had got scarlet fever and you’d have a new partner. Or you’d have a substitute taking the class, instead of Miss Aigletinger. Or you’d heard your mother and father having a terrific fight in the bathroom. Or you’d just pass by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I mean you’d be different in some way – I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it… I kept walking and walking, and I kept thinking about old Phoebe going to that museum on Saturdays the way I used to. I thought how she’d see the same stuff I used to see, and how she’d be different everytime she saw it. It didn’t exactly depress me to think about it, but it didn’t make me feel gay as hell, either. Certain things they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone.” -“The Catcher in the Rye” J.D. SalingerThe Catcher in the Rye festival, eh? This book has always made me feel like I belonged somewhere even if I don’t really know where that somewhere is. When I was younger, I would just start browsing through the pages of this book every time I feel bad and oddly enough, I would feel a little better. Maybe because reading this book gives me the comfort of knowing that somebody else feels the way I do and all that yada yada.
Oh well, I have changed a lot. And as if I was not satisfied with my personal changes, I had to change everything that surrounds me. I’m only 22 but I feel so much older. Well, I act like a toddler in the office and my officemates treat me that way too but I am no toddler.
I have changed a lot.
I am different person. I have new clothes, I have a new partner, it’s a whole new class, I have stopped hearing my mother and father, and I rarely see rainbows now.
Everyday is a new day. This is the new gail.
I don’t wanna be jjjjjjjaded.
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