this morning #1559.
this morning, by second period, i was already feeling pretty guilty about my decision to not take today’s experiment more seriously. in retrospect, i guess it could’ve been weed-induced paranoia talking but i’d become fixated on how my friend would react if he knew that, instead of carefully selecting an item to bury, i’d gotten rid of some random statue that my parents probably found at some random yard sale. it’s not like he’d ever know though. that was the point, right? say “goodbye.” throw something in a hole as a symbolic show of letting go. don’t look back. by not taking it seriously, i’d done the opposite. i’d actually added a new worry to my list. now i had this new secret to grapple with.