Tin Man Monologue
“Much later I realized that the real difference was inside” (Campbell, 119).
“How was your day?”
The tentative diction bounced harmlessly against the titanium exterior of my backside before silently crumpling to the ground behind me in a petty, little heap. My Tin Man heart was little affected by this verbal display of misguided concern. Pitiful, really. Though, I somewhat admired the rather pathetic endeavour for sympathy from this yellow man—the amount of bravery that I would have expected from a Cowardly Lion companion. Courageous indeed, this lion was, to have confronted a tired and disheveled boy looking only to pour himself an evening bowl of some generic brand granola cereal. Of course, this did deviate from his usual: a loud …show more content…
We hid under this guise that was but a makeshift persona, while in reality we found it best to talk behind each other’s backs like a couple of teenage drama queens that had wandered off of the set of Mean Girls. We were not relatives, but rivals. Every word we uttered about the opposing faction caused our forked tongues to flick in hatred and disgust. It was saddening that we had reduced ourselves to the passive-aggressive behavior that we so tenaciously clung to—that we were so distrusting in one another that we believed that any other person that shared our blood had some sort of hidden cannibalistic agenda planned for the rest of …show more content…
My mind wandered as I reached slowly for the plastic milk carton that I had previously placed on the counter in front of me before shoving a small silver spoon into the already soggy mixture.
“I wonder what I got on that math quiz. I should walked the dog today. What’s the weather going to be like tomorrow?” It took me a while after I had already taken a sample bite or two from my liquidy snack that I felt the need to respond to such a sham of a question.
“Hmpf.” A quiet, yet churlish grunt was all that I could muster in response to the inquiry. I kept my back turned, simply hoping that he would finally get what I had meant to be communicated: that I just wanted him to leave me alone. But he didn’t leave. He just stood there. I could feel his gaze piercing my skin and I grew increasingly twitchy as the seconds ticked on with no apparent sign of his despicably thunderous boots trudging away from me any time
“How was your day?”
The tentative diction bounced harmlessly against the titanium exterior of my backside before silently crumpling to the ground behind me in a petty, little heap. My Tin Man heart was little affected by this verbal display of misguided concern. Pitiful, really. Though, I somewhat admired the rather pathetic endeavour for sympathy from this yellow man—the amount of bravery that I would have expected from a Cowardly Lion companion. Courageous indeed, this lion was, to have confronted a tired and disheveled boy looking only to pour himself an evening bowl of some generic brand granola cereal. Of course, this did deviate from his usual: a loud …show more content…
We hid under this guise that was but a makeshift persona, while in reality we found it best to talk behind each other’s backs like a couple of teenage drama queens that had wandered off of the set of Mean Girls. We were not relatives, but rivals. Every word we uttered about the opposing faction caused our forked tongues to flick in hatred and disgust. It was saddening that we had reduced ourselves to the passive-aggressive behavior that we so tenaciously clung to—that we were so distrusting in one another that we believed that any other person that shared our blood had some sort of hidden cannibalistic agenda planned for the rest of …show more content…
My mind wandered as I reached slowly for the plastic milk carton that I had previously placed on the counter in front of me before shoving a small silver spoon into the already soggy mixture.
“I wonder what I got on that math quiz. I should walked the dog today. What’s the weather going to be like tomorrow?” It took me a while after I had already taken a sample bite or two from my liquidy snack that I felt the need to respond to such a sham of a question.
“Hmpf.” A quiet, yet churlish grunt was all that I could muster in response to the inquiry. I kept my back turned, simply hoping that he would finally get what I had meant to be communicated: that I just wanted him to leave me alone. But he didn’t leave. He just stood there. I could feel his gaze piercing my skin and I grew increasingly twitchy as the seconds ticked on with no apparent sign of his despicably thunderous boots trudging away from me any time