I was nonchalantly strolling somewhere in
the virtual world one late afternoon and temporarily ignoring friends and
acquaintances along the way, for I was near exhaustion from the real dimension
and just couldn’t think of the right things to say.
I just wanted to while away the hours to
renew my strength siphoned by the day’s pressure and its nitty-gritty, when my
eyes suddenly caught the sight of an old familiar figure, shining like gold in
exceeding great beauty yet the shadow of her
simplicity was still glaring: a doll Hello Kitty.
I didn’t know what I felt in that instant,
unsure whether it was a mix of or just it was plain excitement or fear or
shame, for it took me a couple of minutes to regain composure as if I’ve been
jolted after a night’s bad dream.
I picked her up though, and feasted my
eyes on every part of that once my most beloved doll. I held her softly with
instinctive tenderness as I recalled my first attraction on her so fatal (don’t
get me wrong, I’m still a he and as ever will always be, I just didn’t know
exactly why I came to love this doll wholeheartedly).
My Hello Kitty was a gift from a friend,
one of my heavenly life’s best friends. Then, when I was playing this doll, I
always felt ashamed, not for the reason that I am a guy, but because I was
convinced I didn’t deserve her even to touch her eyes.
But as little time went by, I overcame
such shame that was later replaced by pride. And I could sense subsequently
those other guys’ blazing eyes green with envy. And from that point, I went out
the house no more without parading Hello Kitty.
But as some things were not meant to be,
the doll was taken away. I lost too that self-confidence I learned to build
through playing with that little big dolly. I tried so many other dolls and
toys of different variety, but nothing would even come close to my favorite
Hello Kitty.
When my playing days were over I faced
life thereafter with no more toys to play as I found myself having a girl
already and two boys who’d bray. Now that the past had caught up with me
surprisingly I continued my cursory inspection of that just newly found doll
that might have had lost her way.
The same features were present, the same
reflection that needed not be preened. The same silky skin, the same Helenic
face that could launch a thousand submarines.
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