Ever since The Mistake I have been watching people. I watch them and decide if they are logs or ashes, if they are just part of the congregation or if they are preachers, if they are followers or trail blazers.
Logs are people who do whatever makes their life easiest, they haven't been through anything that has changed their life and overall they just wait to be used.
Ashes are what most people consider useless. They are the people that challenge society, they have been burned and hurt, but they use that pain to grow forests of hope.
I used to be a log but after The Mistake I have turned to ash. I can't seem to grow any forest though, so I think my ash is defective.
I sit on the park bench and watch the people stroll by.
A runner without a arm - Ash.
A businessman late for a meeting - Log.
A girl with skin thats a mix of scars and tattoos - Ash.
Guy yelling into a phone - Log.
A girl trying to flirt with a guy - Log.
A homeless man - Ash.
Sometimes I am wrong about Logs and Ashes. People can surprise me, but one glance usually tells me all I need to know about you.
You could say that I am judge mental, but we all do it. We all have a opinion based on first looks. Mine are just categorized.
My therapist says its my coping mechanism, but she says a lot of things that aren't true.
She says that I should try to be more involved with school like I used to be. She thinks me not joining any clubs is a sign.
The real truth is that I am a ash now. I have just simply changed and people keep wanting me to go back to being a log, but I can't do that. I can't go back to being a log, you can't make ash turn back into a log because its a new substance and you can't reverse that.
No matter how much glue you use you can never glue ash back into a log. So the fact that my therapist even attempts to glue me back together shows how incompetent she is.
She also keeps trying to get me to talk about The Mistake. I don't want to talk about it though, if I talk about it out loud I am agreeing that it happened, but if I talk about it in my head it might go away. So I will just keep talking about it in my head.
I am watching more people pass me.
A grandmother walking around- Log.
A boy doodling - Log.
A guy skateboarding - Log.
A women- Ding!
I get a text and advert my gaze from the people to look at the message.
Poppy where are you?
It hits me that I had a therapist meeting today.
Well shit.
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Logs and Ashes
Conto*Experimental Story* Poppy is your average teenager. She is a bit blunt and socially oblivious but nothing too unusual. She loves chemistry and putting things in order. Yet when The Mistake happens it shifts her whole world around. She becomes more...
