Today a
crazy lady followed me home. I noticed her because she was
talking to herself. I smiled and she started telling me how
dogs should not be on leashes, ever. Then she told me my bag was too heavy for a girl my size. I laughed, secretly straining under the
weight. I wanted to
get away quickly despite the feeling that she was
seeking companionship. Then she quietly muttered that she felt
alone in the world, and I wanted to cry I felt so
guilty.
She was more right than she realized. Perhaps the bag on my back, all my precious books, were limiting me like a leash on a dog. Was the knowledge I had gained worth the price of carrying it with me everywhere? Someday, I would like to lose my education. I know this is crazy but so was the woman who followed me home, and she was right.