Annoyance. Irritation. Bane. Vexation. PLAGUE.
It has followed me since my senior year of high school. It appeared out of nowhere, and as much as I want to demolish it, it will not leave. It hovers over every restful moment ready to snatch away my happiness. It comes out at night. Just as I lay my head peacefully onto my pillow, it strikes. It comes out in class. Right in the middle when there is no way to subdue it. No mercy. No relief.
An itch.But not just any itch, for I believe that this is a seven year itch. It's hung on for three years already, so the next four years look rather grim. The most vexing thing about it is it's position right under my left shoulder blade. There is no good way to scratch that portion of your back, trust me. My fingers can reach it, but they just uselessly pass over the itch without doing any damage. I've tried to use my pen when it hits in class, but not all pens have a good scratching surface. Seems they weren't made to scratch backs . . . When I'm home, my dad kindly scratches it for me, but I'm not home now.
It's starting up now, because it's almost time for me to go to bed.
I don't want this to go on for four more years. I hope it will be a 5-year itch, but I've never heard of one of those. Maybe I will invent a pen that is a back scratcher. Or I could buy a back scratcher. Do they sell those anymore? Could I hire a person to walk around and scratch my back whenever I needed them to? So far, the best thing I've found to relieve my suffering is the handle of a plastic spoon. It adds just enough length so I can successfully reach the spot and also has a sharper plastic edge (not the spoon part you see. The handle) the digs into the skin and rids me of my agony.
We all have our own personal trials. Mine is a persistent itch. I'd rather it be a fear of elevators, but I didn't get a choice. So I will deal with it. Where's my spoon?
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