The seven-year-old Kate (she went by Katie) learned something important about herself the day she began talking to her dog. The big words Verbal Processor and Introverted weren’t in her vocabulary then, but she knew that when life was hard it was helpful to talk to something that wouldn't blab, interrupt, or give unnecessary advice. In those days her confidant was the beloved Snickers, or the neighbor’s horse.
Today some form of this little introverted verbal processing Katie has survived, and while at college I often prefer that something living be near. A living thing brings peace, no I don't talk to them anymore. Sadly, Swimmy the Fish could not survive my semester of absence in Ireland. But now a new semester has almost arrived, and I need a replacement for the now rotting beta.
Thus enters Herman. And welcome.
I talk to post-its.
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