Personal Narrative: The Drug Of Inclusion: Envy

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The Drug of Inclusion: Envy

In 4th grade, I realized that a green-eyed monster lurked deep inside my subconscious. It resided in a virtual labyrinth -- unpredictable. For as long as I could recall, it remained lost to where it did not even seem to exist, lethargic through its loss of purpose. However, after a mad trend surged into my childhood, it found its source of nourishment and jolted into action - sprinting from corner to corner. Fueled not by its own will but rather mines, it desperately sought to find an exit into my mind. Once it did and could roam freely, it transformed itself into a demonic parasite and transformed me into its host.
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Recess was almost over and I was growing restless. My friends and I always got together immediately after the bell rings, but today, …show more content…

It's the most popular toy at school!” I protested. “I’ve always got good marks and behaved. What have I done wrong?” The green-eyed monster now gained control of my voice, intoxicating it with an excess of desperation -- far more than deemed healthy for me. I had never before acted this way with my dad, especially not in such a compulsive manner.

“I am sorry, but I am not going to buy you that toy, that’s final. It’s just that you are too young to understand right now. There is no such thing as latest and greatest.”

I gave him a dirty look and stormed off to my room. Tears began to gather in my eyes, but I rubbed them away, removing all signs of defeat. Instead, resentment rushed in and filled them with envy. I was going to get my hands on that Beyblade no matter what. While I didn’t know at the time, my Dad was in fact, correct. Never before had I felt so excluded from everyone I knew -- my whole school. Never before had the green-eyed monster broken out of its labyrinth. I had developed no such immunity towards its insidious effects. And every time I tried to resist its urge, discomfort and pain would spread over me, until that night, I succumbed under its

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