Posted:Sat Jan 3, 2009 3:22 AM CST
The Circle Jerk Jinx: Part 2
It all started when she was a baby. She was a home wrecker upon birth, uprooting a marriage and causing a town scandal in the process. The lustful, chaotic energy force that propelled her being into the world wanted her here for some reason she hadn't yet quite discovered, but it caused a lot of people a lot of misery in the meantime. Nurses at the hospital said that the child had a life force theretofore unseen in any other infant in the baby ward.
Her paternal grandfather's middle aged alcoholic girlfriend must have sensed it. She despised the infant child whose old soulful brown eyes elicited unsolicited compliments from total strangers of every race. That woman, who reeked of a Bowery brewery, sensed what this child was and attempted to interfere with the force that brought her to life. The newborn's young mother instinctively knew that the wiggy old lush who was her father's companion meant the child no good, and made every effort to never leave the child alone with the grotesquely made-up hag. Her vigilance to protect the child failed one day when she left the kid in the kitchen momentarily to use the bathroom. As the baby's mother walked back to retrieve the kid in the kitchen, she heard a loud crash and the infant squalling. She ran into the kitchen to see the basinet broken on the floor and the drunken hag straddling the frightful scene, too guilty to look the mother in the eye and explain what happened. Three days later, the old bitch suffered a stroke and died instantly.
The child grew up with fantastic nightmares and vivid daydreams. She sang to pretty nature fairies of both sexes and laughed at imps hiding under her bed. She went through an awkward stage from the age of 8 to 13, almost as if nature was preparing her to forge character able to withstand men's ceaseless scrutiny and women's cattiness. It scared the sh*t out of her. One minute she was everybody's kooky gothic friend, the next minute, her girlfriends dads were making eyes at her and their moms lost sleep over the way her clothes now fit.
She tried to fit in and blend in with the rest to no avail. Fuses blew constantly whenever she was around with no explanation. Somehow she managed to defy the odds of other kids with similar demographics. Somehow she always met the right people. Somehow she always defied bad luck and averted tragedy, an odd stranger materializing out of nowhere at the last minute almost like magic. She had premonitions that always came to pass but she never shared with anyone for fear of ridicule, so she just wrote.
Then there was the searing anger and the soaring ecstasy that she was blessed and cursed with, depending on one's personal philosophy. The vril didn't wreak havoc until she sensed that one mocked her to quell their fears of it. She knew that the vril would be triggered only when someone made her rare blood boil. That only happened if one did something stupid and rash based on that fear. Weak men developed destabilizing fixations on her. People knew it, whether they hated her for it or not.
That's when the tragedies started and people spread nasty rumors of witchcraft, never to her face. Her mother contacted an agency that tests and tracks youngsters like this.
The girl still didn't know what to make of all of this, it was alienating and exhilarating all at once. On the one hand, she risked triggering envy if she discussed this with 'average' ones who sneered and mocked anyone whose abilities stood out. If she tried to hide it, she felt guilty when she 'saw' things happening. That is when she began to write. To forsee the future and to warn those who might be humble and aware enough to take heed. At least she cleared her conscience that way. And slept like a baby when it finally all began to unfold......
-to be con't