A Family of Watching
FATHER:
You've heard the story before:
A love for the ages, a horrible meltdown. Desperate passion unfulfilled.
Those two lovers make the rest of us cringe with jealousy and disgust.
What if it was your brother, your college roommate, or your work colleague.
Does it matter who it is?
The story is not them. It is us. The watchers. The envious voyeurs.
MOTHER:
I smile through pain.
SISTER:
I pluck my eyebrows.
COUSIN:
I tattoo my rage.
UNCLE:
I rarely act my age.
WHOLE FAMILY
We've watched those lovers, our lovers
Jealously guarding their dreams of happiness.
Jealously guarding our joy in their failure.
We are watching others live and we love to let them lose their way.
One more day watching is just a day.