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“... it’s like he didn’t even try! She walked right past him and he stopped looking at the ball! And when he got angry at us? I still can’t believe it!”
a slight pat on the back
“You know, I’ve been genuinely trying all this time. But every time it feels like I’m the only one. Ah, yes, good ol’ Charlie Brown, can’t win a single game. Nothing new to see. Maybe I should just give up. It’s a shame everything I care about just doesn’t go my way. Not a single thing!”
a hand on his shoulder
“I don’t think I can take it anymore. There is a very clever saying, you know, if life gives you lemons, make some lemonade, well, it turns out, a lake of lemonade is pretty useless! I can’t believe it! Maybe next time, if life gives me lemons, I should throw them back at life. Who am I kidding, our baseball games clearly show I can’t do that. And still, I am tired of making stupid lemonade.”
a slight crack of voice
“I’ve tried so many times! Throwing rocks and screaming when no one hears - although Sally did complain about ghostly cries shortly after - it doesn’t help! I look at the stars and feed the birds, but I still feel like I am the worst person I know. Do you get that sometimes? Like everyone around is somehow better - they grew faster and smarter than me, I still can’t even fly a kite! Sometimes I doubt I enjoy learning all the nuances of the art of flying a kite. As if I am some kind of a machine that does the same stuff over and over again. Only no one would laugh if a machine’s kite got eaten by a stupid tree! Because machines are fascinating. And what am I?”
and a reflection at the bottom of his eyes
“A good ol’ failure. You know, sometimes it helps me feel less miserable when I repeat that everyone is laughing because they find me funny. Maybe that’s my destiny - make people laugh! Even if it means falling 50 times in a row, and building a kite only for it to get eaten by a tree, and being the most awkward person in any room… how do you all know what to do? Did I miss a special course on how to grow up?”
moonlit silence
“What am I supposed to do? If literally nothing ever goes my way?”
warmth of a blanket covering his shoulders
“The world is coming to an end and I have no idea how to stop it.”
…
“I don’t know, Charlie Brown. But I try, one day at a time.”
he felt his body get surrounded by the warmth of another human.
wide eyes. empty voice.
“I don’t think I want that”