Hope and the Slutty Pumpkin: An Inner Monologue
So shadow is D-Runk right now, it is Halloween, therefore we have a resurgence of the inner monologues. I don’t exactly know how alcohol affects the inner voice, but I’m hoping not by a lot. Why not start off a new month with an inner monologue over a rant? I feel neglected. For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, this is shadow’s inner monologue, essentially a narration of his life and a moral backbone that he fails to exert in his normal life. Here we begin.
This is a story about the Slutty Pumpkin, someone who is near and dear to me. How can a pumpkin costume by slutty you ask? It was carved in strategic places. The idea of the Slutty Pumpkin isn’t originally mine, but from a show called How I Met Your Mother. In essence, the Slutty Pumpkin represents hope, hope that there’s someone out there for me. Someone perfect or at least made for me, and that’s a weird idea. It’s weird to think that there’s one person out there for you because it’s a foolish notion, and how can you actually know that you’ve found your one and only? Because maybe you think you have, or maybe you’re just settling, but it feels like the right person so you hold on to her as tight as you can.
Maybe that’s all a bunch of b.s. though, maybe there is no perfect person, just what your mind creates to be the perfect one. But I think that this night, I have found the Slutty Pumpkin, the one who represents my hope and my dreams, and we had a brilliant time for the past few hours. Hope is important for people like me, we hang on to every last shred of it we can get, even if it is misplaced. Hope is what makes me the “optimist” of the two of us writers on the site, and reinforces the notion of romance in my head. I’m a rational person, but I still believe in the good of humanity and give people the benefit of the doubt before casting my damning judgments upon them.
But what is she? Some charity case giving me false hope? Well I hope not. You never know though. I continue on because she gives me that little spark. That’s all I have. That’s why I’m here, on this roof waiting for her to really be here. The Slutty Pumpkin may just be a figment of my imagination, but I needed to be here, waiting for her, like Linus waiting for the Great Pumpkin to come. It’s a thing of faith that everyone needs, mine just happens to fall on this night. To know that there is good in the world, to know not everyone is a Pumpkin Eater, it’s what this night is about. So I hope last night was great for you, because I got my faith reaffirmed by the hope brought by the Slutty Pumpkin. So I leave you as my real self is a bit drunk, and I am left to Infinity.