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    dots Submission Name: A Good Painterdots

    Author: Jester_Gesture
    ASL Info:    23/f
    Elite Ratio:    3.41 - 365/459/201
    Words: 423
    Class/Type: Prose/Nostalgia
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    Average Vote:    4.0000
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       Can you find the symbolism in here that isn't mentioned? Haha. This is dedicated to Josh Olson, who is a silly boy for forgetting his sweatshirt in the barn.

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    dotsA Good Painterdots

    Let me paint you a picture with words, a picture of this sweatshirt and how I came about it. For it came into my hands not by accident, and not on purpose. I still have it for neither of those reasons either, and one might wonder why something so alien to me is in my possession.

    This sweatshirt I'm wearing belongs to a boy that I really don't know. I only started not hating him but two years ago, and only started defending his odd traits--his anger, his feminin-like moodiness, his off-color jokes-- this year. Really, I don't know him. I've overheard his deepest conversations, of course, as he sat in the room in which I was painting tediously. I grinned idiotically at the prospect of him kissing my forehead in the play when I was sixteen. We shared passionless hugs, and there was that awkward, intimate comment he made backstage, and he gave me the laugh I needed most.

    I was going to give the sweatshirt back. Honest. I thought about it almost every day. He forgot it after school in March and I put it in the car to bring to him. It sat in the backseat, and every morning he walked by the car towards the office and I considered waving it in the air and calling out, "Josh! You forgot your sweatshirt at the barn!" But I never did that. And I have no excuse for it. Obviously he's forgotten about it by now because it's been several months.

    I washed it the other day. It stills smells like him. It doesn't smell like the cologne he wore last year that intoxicated me during play practices. But it smells like a foreign cleanliness. Sure, it's been washed with my detergent in my washer. But there's an unfamiliar, enthralling smell to it; a smell that welcomes me into the warm depths of this sweatshirt, yet reminds me of what it really is.

    If next year had already started by now and I had begun AP Literature, I would probably do what English nerds to best and say that this sweatshirt is a symbol of our friendship: Ignored for so long, yet thought about; distant but welcoming; a true comfort when needed. I will wear it in honor of our askance relationship, and when I breathe in its soapy, foreign scent, I will remember with a smile how he shouted to me across campus, across the dance floor, into the studio, "You're a good painter!"

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      haha this is pretty.

    you know... usually one is only in possession of a boys shirt if he gave it to her when she was cold or if she put it on the morning after or something trashy and hollywood like...
    and usually one is only in a close tight relationship with the owner of the shirt too...

    that is why this is so pretty.
    you hardly know him
    you never liked him
    and your paths only cross once in a while by chance...
    i love it...
    i love the way you paint him...
    his lil weirdities... his social issues... i love how he aint all perfect and all...
    but he means somethng to you or atleast his shirt does and he doesnt even know that thats the case which i also think is beautiful.

    now... some ppl would call you a stalker but i think you are gorgeous!
    the way you write this is so beautiful and it shows a lot about you as well as the boy and about life and the crazy ways it works...

    i really like it...
    sorry... this comment sucks and im off to comment hell for it but thats ok... it was worth it.
    | Posted on 2006-08-22 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]
      This was EXTREMELY fun to read!!! You never told me this story, but I'm glad because it was entertaining to read it here. I love that it is in first person, and rather than reading like a flashback, or a narrated story, it almost seems like a defense. "I was going to give the sweatshirt back. Honest. I thought about it almost every day." It's like a little kid trying to get out of trouble for taking another's toy. I really liked this my dear. I think that you should write more pieces like this. Hope to see you soon! Loves!
    | Posted on 2006-06-24 00:00:00 | by AngelOutlaw | [ Reply to This ]
      I guess I'll start at the begining.
    I liked your begining, it grabs the reader's attention. It says listen, I want to tell you a story.
    I like the symbolism in your last paragraph. I think all "english nerds" ( me included) do that. I think it allows us to see signs that we may have never seen otherwise.

    But here's what my heart wants to say.
    I think if Josh knew what you were saying, he'd tell you to keep the sweatshirt.

    Take care

    | Posted on 2006-06-24 00:00:00 | by LadyMerlina | [ Reply to This ]
      I find this a very interesting piece. It kept me on the edge, wondering as well, what will happen to the sweatshirt. It's good to know that you kept it. The sweet memories it invoked has a nice and warm feeling to it. Good write. ^_^
    | Posted on 2006-06-30 00:00:00 | by whchong | [ Reply to This ]
      Hmm you kept the sweatshirt. Well ofcourse you did, the way you described Josh leads to. I want to give it back but ahhh I just can't. I think Josh would be honored. Sounds like to me he flirted with you a little bit.
    When in front of everyone he shouted to you Hey your a good Painter. I could Imagine you blushed, that to me is flirting. Well at any rate I loved the story It kept me interested the intire way through. I had that question does she keep it or give it back. lol you kept it, and I think earned it. There was anticipation on the readers part. Yet somewhat humorous for all the things we ourselfes have done in the same fashion.

    Sincerly Gannondalf aka Big Bear
    | Posted on 2006-06-24 00:00:00 | by Gannondalf | [ Reply to This ]

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