This choice: Put off the questions for later • Go Back...Chapter #5Put off the questions for later by: Ruth   You decide that since your family hasn't brought it up so far, that's an issue for another time. You notice, though, that there probably would've been good reason for not using utensils in the past - whatever past that may be - since they seem to slip easily along your furred paws and it takes good effort to not drop it. You seem to retain the skill of using utensils despite never using them, apparently, which seems to you like never writing on paper in your life and then you wake up and you can produce a 3 page essay with beautiful penmanship, but now you're wearing slippery gloves and your pencil is metal now.
"Dear.. you're wearing a shirt."
Your mother breaks the silence by pointing out that you are, in fact, presenting one of your top articles of clothing today. So it does get weirder, you think to yourself. You had hoped that maybe you could relax and determine whether the issue of your species should be pointed out or not, but right now you can only wonder just how many other things you normally do that this doppelganger of yours seems to dislike.
"..isn't it normal to wear shirts?" You barely manage to hide your exasperated tone - it'd be convenient if you didn't need to; then you could feel something other than despair for the time being.
"Well, it's just.. you normally don't. Your pelt (how can they say this without being even a little awkward?!) is thick, so-"
"I refused to wear shirts because it's uncomfortable and you gave up trying? Seems to be a recurring theme in my life," you interrupt, a little sick of learning things about yourself from OTHER people when you've had the past 17 years to do it yourself.
The following silence, however, along with the collective family staring at you nervously, is enough to get you to realize that you've just snapped at your mother because she pointed something out about you that was different and out of place with no obvious reason to happen - something you would do. You feel guilty for a moment, but you try to reassure yourself. I wasn't that loud or anything.. But then you see out of the corner of your eye on the wall mirror that you have a snarl frozen on your face.
Your face slowly relaxes and you turn to your mother, who looks at you with fear in her eyes. This sparks aggression in your heart, but it's not enough to really do anything except make yourself more aware - aware that the other three family members have a similar expression. Is it normal for me to do this? You think to yourself. Your mother sounded nervous when explaining the whole utensil ordeal, and the shirt.. she must have been actually scared of you.
The thought is rather depressing and scary.
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