I hadn’t seen the Harbinger of Change in a number of days. I kept thinking he would pop up somewhere. But he didn’t. This was probably part of his plan all along. Get me thinking about Change and then disappear for a length of time. I considered changing everything. How long I sleep, what I eat for breakfast, my job . . . but in the end, I defied him. I will not change, I yelled to the absent specter of change.
To exercise the thoughts I started to do everything exactly the same. Counting the strokes as I brush my teeth, always parking in the same spot (even circling the block numerous times to make sure I get MY spot), kissing my wife good night at precisely 10:27 each night; anything to avoid change.
Then it happened: I decided to skip the curly fries with my Arby’s Roast Beef Max. I don’t know what possessed me to do something so reckless. I guess I was wearing a nice outfit and I didn’t want the grease on my fingers to find it’s way to my slacks. Whatever the reason, I rued my decision the moment I realized it. I knew that was it: Change would be back . . .
