Whirlpool
Society is just a big public swimming pool. You have to deal with people you may hate, be vulnerable and uncomfortable, and swim through God knows what to make it anywhere of substance. All the life guards and coaches are yelling at me to join the synchronized swimming team. They tell me I have too, it’s what all these years of swim lessons have been preparing me for; and here I thought it was so I wouldn’t drown. People look at me strange when I say I don’t want to join the team. I don’t move the same way as others and the uniforms seem so ridiculous to me! I want to swim in the ocean, but everyone tells me it’s a waste of time. I’ll never make it anywhere with that, I’ll get lost, or I’ll drown. I say that I know others have done it, but they just call them special, and hell, I’m nothing special. So I join the team, I do my part, constantly hoping to one day get my chance at the ocean. Year after year I act as a mindless cog in the machine, but so does everyone else. What’s the point? Everyone tells me, it only gets harder, the moves more difficult, and I’ll never get to do what I really want. As I stare up at everyone, I have to wonder why they were all so surprised. I never fit in. I wasn’t ever quite right. So let’s see just how long I can hold my breath.
