By Rachael Himsel
ME: Why are you so messy? Could you try to be a little less… mess?
MESSY: Well, that is my name - Messy.
ME: But do you have to be sooooo messy?
MESSY: I don’t know how to be anything else!
ME: I could teach you…
MESSY: Could you? I mean, again, it’s my actual name…
ME: Well…
MESSY: Couldn’t you just let me be?
ME: Well, I do have some other friends who could help me… like Organization…
MESSY: NO! NOT… SIR ORGANIZATION!!!
ME: That’s the one.
MESSY: We do NOT get along well. He just wants to yell and make me disappear!!
ME: Well, that’s his job… it’s in HIS name…
MESSY: But that doesn’t mean… wait… you’re saying just because it’s my name, I don’t have to live up to all the expectations that go along with it?
ME: I mean, it is just a name…
MESSY: But if I’m not messy, then what will I be?
ME: You could just be… Me. Just part of me.
MESSY: You think I could?
ME: I think so.
MESSY: It doesn’t feel that bad, I guess. Can I still be messy sometimes?
ME: Sure. Just a little less often. That’s all I’m asking for.
MESSY: But… life is messy.
ME: I know.
MESSY: Ok.
MESSY sits down. Knocks some papers off the desk. ME looks at MESSY and MESSY rolls eyes, picks up papers. ME smiles.
THE END.