Apparently, God gave me this life to socialize. Like too much work in the woods would be boring, so, hey, live in a populated border not to become a robot.
One day, a man with a long, white beard stopped me on my way home, and told me: “You’re a cosmopolitan!”
I had no idea what that meant, so when arrived to my aunt’s house, I looked it up at a dusty, old dictionary she had.
I quickly scanned the copper, ripped pages and found no definition for cosmopolitan, just a word behind it on the next page saying “homeless”.
After all, was Santa Claus nice or rude to me? I am still figuring it out.
But I think that my most recent even was the weirdest to me. As I was about to begin my daily routine like a lumberjack, I spotted a glowing light at the beginning of the West Wood, just in the border.
I rubbed my eyes, cleaned my eye boogers and came close to it in that slightly clear morning.
“You’re one of us!” a tiny, glass-like voice uttered.
“Holy cow! A chattering log full of mold,” I screamed.
“Are you really one of us?” that thing asked me.
“Are you homeless? If so, I am,” I answered defiantly.
“We are just the vast universe, little brother,” a multiplied echo began to grow while more things showed up.
“Uh, what kind of fungi are you, guys?”
They had no answer this time. Instead, they glowed greener and I saw a long elastic arm reaching me. I went off.
The sunrise was exchanged for an endless black sea where thousands of little stars twinkled. I tried to swim away from it, but I barely could move my eyes.
“Another brother recovered,” I heard they said, while some faces stared at me.
“Granny, why did you take me to your henhouse?” I mumbled.
“This is home,” replied a man who looked exactly like me.
“No, I only live with auntie.”
“You’re meant to be a Universe Explorer,” my twin told me.
“I’m just a lumberjack!” I shouted.
“No, you’re a cosmopolitan!” a massive thunderous voice replied.
Right after that, I remember I felt like falling through a star tunnel until I softly hit a fresh, grassy ground that wet my hair.
“You’ll keep on gathering information on Earth,” they whispered to me.
Some days have passed, and still here I am, wondering if my mind is damaged after so many questions or if I am the border between two totally different civilizations. Living in the middle is truly tough.
