weird, rough, gross
Molly opened the cupboard and found at the bottom a pair of silver shoes that she had never worn. Since she bought them 2 years ago she had tried them on 6 times and always come to the conclusion they made her look weird. Hanging above the silver shoes was a ruby scarf. This cost a lot of money and had only been worn once, on which occasion she removed it after only half an hour. The scarf made her look gross. In the drawer below the cupboard was a pair of large earrings with blue bits on. She had never worn the earrings as she felt they made her look rough. Upon seeing all of these items at once - right now - right then - she got dizzy. Molly laid down on her bed, the words whizzing around in her head. weird, gross, rough, weird rough gross, weird, gross, rough weir… what did weird even mean? What was she thinking about again? After 2 hours of solid confusion the words meant nothing any more. These words which she had once related to through emotion - from the past - now had no purpose. The words were useless to her. To describe to someone what she meant by ‘weird’ was impossible. The more she thought about it the more she realised they were empty shells of meaning, with no actual attachment to any part of her. The words were mere embers of insecurity, a way of referring to these emotions by name. What emotions? I can’t remember! It means nothing. At that moment, her world exploded into meaningless and she woke again, aware that - now - she could do anything and that it wouldn’t be attached to anyone else or any thing. She suddenly felt like a loose ball in a world of wide lanes.
Molly woke up, got up and put on her silver shoes. She left the house, went to a bar to meet friends. Someone told her that her shoes looked really nice. If she heard the words, rough, gross, weird again, she didn’t notice them.