Three Tears Of Ennui

Three Tears Of Ennui

First Tear

When Anderson asked me in an optimistic tone to do extra hours, I thought why does he aways have higher expectations of me. Suddenly he says “Qrilao, I just ask for you to do extra work because you are much more reliable than Terry plus you will get extra money”. I Agree and walk my way out as the door closes the bright sign that says, “Foxing’s Mail center”, my workplace, blinds me, with its piercing intensity.

I get into the mail vehicle sighing because I want to have dinner and shift from park to drive and start driving to medialo street and deliver lots of packages. Finally, I get done and, on the clock, I see it’s 4:36 AM as I sigh, I eat my dinner and head to bed.

The next day I walk to work and before I open the door, I hear my boss on the other side saying “Qrilao is so weird I wish I could hear him but otherwise I would only get pennies because terry does not try!” I shed a single tear as I send an online sick notice.

Second Tear

The next day, I went to get some eggnog and drank 1.4 gallons. After that, my friend Averyneki noticed me and blushed as he waved. I went to the beach, swam, and relaxed. Then, I went home, showered, and called my dad in West Velva, North Dakota. He never picks up, so I wasn’t very hopeful. To my surprise, I heard, “Son?…”
I smiled as I replied, “Dad! I missed you because you never answer.”
I talked about my life for a bit, sharing how work has been tough and how I’ve been struggling to find time for myself. Suddenly, he interrupted, “You slob! You’re always wasting time with your friends and never taking your responsibilities seriously.”

He hung up before I could respond. I never know why it’s like this. I went to bed, staring at the ceiling, knowing that I would never be good enough for anyone. I miss my mom…

Third Tear: Enlightenment

I woke up wondering why I’m never enough. I decided to take a walk, and as I opened the door, I heard the delightful harmony of the birds. As I’m walking, the wind blows in my face. Soon enough, I realized I will never be enough for others but full to myself, and no force can change that.

As I walk home with the cool breeze on my face, I realize life has ups and downs, but all that matters is that you always believe in yourself—that you’re good enough.

By August Garett

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