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Monologue Mania Day # 376 by Janet S. Tiger Throwing My Life Away Feb. 23, 2015
Throwing My Life Away
by Janet S. Tiger
(c) 2015 all
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(A garbage pail sits by a chair. A woman enters carrying a box. She sits heavily, removes a book, laughs)
A French dictionary....amazing! Could this be......oh, no!.......I think this was the one I used in that class in college, where I had a terrible crush on the teacher, and I studied like crazy and went to all his lectures and was the top student....until I found out he was married........now all that's left is this book......
(She looks at the first few pages, they come off in her hand, she shakes her head.)
I can't believe I've saved all this stuff. There must be fifty boxes in that shed......they've been out here, for how many years? Is it.....oh, my God! Could it be.....19 years.....
(She smells the paper)
And it smells. This box must've gotten wet a long time ago, then dried, then wet, it has that lovely mildew scent.....I wonder why they don't use it for perfume.......the name could be......Memory Moldique....wait, what's the French word for mold.......
(She carefully turns the pages)
'Moule' Memoire Moule.......I like Moldique better, I think, more honest. Wait, what's mildew......
....here it is......Moissure........Memoire Moissure......everything horrid always sounds better in French......that's what Jeannie used to say. She sat next to me......I wonder where she is now.....we used to pass notes all through class. She had a crush on him, too.....my God, what was his name?
(She puts her head in her hands)
Amazing! I knew I was going to marry him, and now, I cannot even think of his.....wait a minute.....
(She opens the front cover)
Monsieur Le Grande.....Erique Legrand.......oh, no......did I actually write that?
(She squints at the words)
Madame Erica and Monsieur Erique........I thought we were destined to be married because our names were the same! A perfect match, and I couldn't remember his name!
(She looks through the box)
Old papers from college, a map from when I visited my cousins in Omaha, Nebraska. Wonder if that's still accurate?
Maybe my sister is right - I am a hoarder. But, it feels like, I don't know, when I look at this, it brings back memories. How will I remember these things if I toss all this? It's as if.....when I get rid of all this stuff, it's like........like.......throwing away my life! ....
(She picks up the piles and holds them to her, but drops them when the smell makes her cough)
Funny, I remember people always saying you don't want to throw away your life....on a boy, on drugs..........and yet, maybe, just maybe, I'm throwing away part of my life....by holding on.......
(She sifts through, a paper dissolving in her hand. She sighs, then takes the box and throws the contents and the box into the garbage pail, starts to exit, stops and looks back)
Au revoir!
(She exits. The end ......of some clutter, but not the memories)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
1 comment:
After having read your hoarding blogs for so many days, I couldn’t stop laughing when I read the current title,
“Throwing My Life Away.” So funny.
Good blog, and I actually said hum out loud when I read your philosophical extension ofthe title when you added “…by holding on….”
Tres bien!
Veronica
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