carbonated

I hurt you so I could hurt myself. How else do I explain it? The expectation was fizz when I ordered the sparkling water. Why was there no fizz? 

My deception was retaliation, so that makes me better than you. When I submerged myself in the cup of carbonated water, my speakers burped. Not this again. I stabilized myself and returned to the arena in a Seville Row suit      knowing that when the clock struck midnight, my rags would return because I burped and it’s unladylike to burp.

I found comfort in the recurring fairy tale that my delusions wove together when I realized I couldn’t see anything farther along the street where the light failed to illuminate. A princess laid in her castle with the candles going. A breeze swayed the damask curtains. A smile appeared on her face. It was the story playing on the mechanical television nightly, awaiting my ignorance.

What I expected of myself far exceeded what I expected of the sparkling. To scoff at a behavioral deviation, a failure — I would settle for nothing less than immaculate. And if I needed be firm, my grip made a scar on it. I thought I could blame everyone except myself, but I knew my brain made me a marked man. 

I wanted to think yes, it thought no. I wanted to think happy, it thought sad. 

Tech support, I’m having an internal short and it’s not going anywhere. 

"You were born corroded." They told me. 

Okay, how much is it going to cost to fix it? 

Turns out it was a genetic dysfunction, an internal hardware issue. 

"We recommend a new model and there’s a sale this week."

Tech support, I’m not going to pay to be euthanized. The new model will not be me. 

Written by not a Computer