the weird chick

A Terrible Idea

October 12th, 2010

“You know, I just had a terrible idea.”

“Oh yeah? What is it?”

“No… Never mind.” She stared off. “Are you happy?” she asked, still staring off the bridge. “You know, with life, your marriage.”


She smiled sardonically, staring off the bridge. “Me neither.” She looked at him for a second, then turned back to the bridge. “Sometimes, you know, I think: ‘This is it. This is what my life will be,’ and I hold on to it. I embrace it. Maybe out of fear – I don’t know. And then I think some more, and I just keep repeating to myself: ‘This is it. This is it. This is all it will ever be,’ and then I find myself back here, staring off this bridge. You know, I never liked water. Never was one of those girls who found the beach so incredibly romantic, and I never understood why anyone would dream of a first kiss in the rain. I never understood it. Still don’t.” She went quiet. “My husband thinks I’m just going through a phase. He tells me that I’ll get out of this and I’ll go back to normal. But the thing is, I never was normal. I never even wanted to marry him. But, you know, it’s what I was supposed to do. Everyone gets married, don’t they?” Now he turned to look off the bridge.