MESSY & ME

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.