Blobs
by Gary Liao
The sky is gray today. Temperature is currently in the 40s, and rain is pouring down hard. I am currently in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. All I can see in my reflection is a brownish-gray blob stuck with a frown. I think to myself, “Does everyone look this way, or is it just me?”
Once I step out of the house, I walk to my car and get in. As soon as I leave the driveway and hit the road, I start driving to wherever my final destination may be. As I’m driving, I pass by cyclists, runners, and dog walkers. To me, they also look like frowning blobs.
The sky seems to get darker, the rain pouring even harder. It seems to take forever to get to wherever I need to be. I wonder if the sky will ever be blue. As I see myself in the rear view mirror, I imagine that it’s not a blob staring back, but rather a human being. And this human being has a head full of black hair, a pair of brown eyes, two ears, and a nose.
I pull over to the side of the road, and turn off the engine, the sound of rain being the only thing I hear. I start to envision this perfect world, a world where humans are living together in peace and harmony. The sun is shining brightly against a clear blue sky. The grass is a vibrant green, and there are birds chirping. It all just seems too good to be true.
The rain suddenly stops, and the sky starts to revert to a light gray. Maybe this was a sign. Of what, I did not know for certain. I felt a sense of hope. Maybe my life, as well as others’, would get better.
I started the engine, and got back on the road. As I drove, I noticed in the rear view mirror that there was a smile on my face. And it wasn’t one of those fake smiles that I usually put on in order to get through a typical day. It was a real, genuine smile, and I couldn’t stop.
I soon finally arrived at my destination, and I got out of my car. Everywhere I looked, there were blobs either happily chatting with one another, or they were having a picnic. One of the blobs having a picnic with a few others noticed me and asked if I wanted to join in. I was hesitant at first, but then I nodded, and walked towards the group. Perhaps everything will be alright, after all.
Gary Liao is a Chinese American who has lived in Massachusetts for most of his life. His favorite movie is Space Jam, and he enjoys listening to old school hip hop.
Illustration by Nicholas Simpson