Be Original

I have never had an independent thought or original experience, and I want to have one so bad, I need to have one, I can’t be like everybody else, I have to be my own independent person—and I was going to do anything to make sure I would have my original experience—so I got to work and I came up with a plan, I was going to climb up to the top of the tallest building I could find and just scream for everyone to hear, the day came when it was time to enact my plan, I walked into the chilly building filled with dreary, suit-wearing business people and headed towards the elevator, but then I saw everyone else was getting on the elevator so I opted to take the stairs, some 60 flights later I made it to the roof, I burst onto the roof ready to scream my woes out loud to everyone, but to my dismay, someone was already out there enacting my plan—failure, I failed to be original, to be unique—but I was not going to give up, I was going to come up with a better plan, and that’s how I found myself at a late night baseball game, and it was the bottom of the sixth inning when I decided to make my move, I made my way from my seat to the front row right down the third baseline and I got ready, I made sure both of my shoes were tied tight and my hair was up, I was prepared to run, I was going to streak across the field, I pushed myself up and swung my legs over the guard rail and got ready to drop down onto the field, around me I heard people clapping and hollering, excited and hoping they were cheering for me I looked up, and what I saw was enraging, someone else was already streaking across the field, some took my place again, in a rage I swung myself back over the guard rail and trudged back to my seat, but as I sat there I just got more and more angry until I had to storm out of the stadium, missing the last three innings, I was a wreck by the time I got home, I didn’t know what to do, how was I so unoriginal, why was it so hard to be my own person, I was so defeated and all I could do was sit in my apartment and sulk, but I didn’t want to sulk, I wanted to break something, I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, so that’s what I did, I threw plates and glasses while I sobbed until I didn’t have anything left to throw or cry and then I just laid on the ground, I don’t know how much time had passed when I finally got off the floor, but I knew I had to find something to do, and then it came to me, something so crazy that no one else would ever think to do it—I was going to run to the end of the Earth—I didn’t care if people would say it was impossible, I was going to be the first person to find a way to do it, so I put on my shoes and started running, I had no idea where I was going all I knew is that I couldn’t stop running, I ran forever never taking any breaks, seasons and years passed me by, but I kept going until, eventually, there was nowhere left to go, I had reached my destination, and as I looked toward the vast nothingness before me, a smile crossed my face, there was no one else here, I was the first one, this was my original experience, no one else could say they ran to the end of the Earth, so with my goal complete and nothing left to do, I sat down, and that’s how I will remain until someone else runs to the end of the Earth.