Confessions

How guilty is your conscience? I have a fairly guilty one. It keeps me in check. I confess misdoings, miscommunications, mistakes, etc. And I usually blurt out my confession with little-to-no prodding. It's really annoying. 

I wrote a long time ago about my compulsion to project honesty in an article I called "Impulsively Mean." Basically that article says that I speak the truth - sometimes it's not what you want to hear, sometimes its a useless truth. Most of the crap I confess is stupid, pointless junk. But I have to always have a clean conscious. If I feel dirty or tarnished in any way, I will clear the air. 

I was going through pictures and videos yesterday and found a gem. 

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My sister Jackie had this crazy project in either elementary or middle school. She built a strange robot thing... He was pretty tall (maybe 2.5'), he had long, dangly arms and big tennis ball eyes - at least that's what I remember. We named him Wilson because of the eyes. He had been in my sister's room for so long, no one noticed him. Ever. Isn't it strange how that happens? He faded into the background. 

Until Rea came along. One day, while playing at Grammie's house, she stumbled upon Wilson. She did not like him. Immediately. She thought he needed to go. 

There was no real reason for keeping Wilson, other than he'd been around so long it seemed strange to toss him now. But, Rea insisted. Someone had to tell Jackie that Wilson was at his new home - the dump. Rea gave one of the best confessions. Even though this was nearly 5.5 years ago, I remember this happening as if it were yesterday. 

Thank goodness someone had the foresight to video this. 

I must have watched those videos on the computer a dozen times yesterday. I showed them to Rea, who nearly died laughing.