Many times, a friend or a relative ask me why I wear pink every Wednesday and I always reply with the same words. “Oh, haha, it’s just something I like to do.” If only they knew the truth. If only they knew about my agony that I go through every single Wednesday. This is a story that I have never told anyone.
Not even my parents know the true meaning of why I do such things. Never have i trusted someone with this information. Until now. A long time ago when I was only at the age of five years old i heard something that would corrupt the rest of my life and never let me feel the sweet feeling of happiness ever again. I was sitting on my couch eating a sliced apple with extra peanut butter on them, one of my favorite snacks.
My favorite show to watch at the time was a show called Spongebob Squarepants. A show featuring many sea creatures with human like qualities and their adventures through this fragile thing we call life. After my mother had made me my snack, she went into her room to do homework for her job; leaving me all alone. I watched episode after episode, laughing, singing, loving.
Until I got to one episode. The one that forever changed me and makes it painful to type these very words down now. In this episode, episode eighty-seven season five released February 19, 2007, my favorite character Patrick Star wrote a song. The song is titled “I wrote this” and gives a detailed description of how someone like him lives his day. I can remember each word as if they were printed on the back of my eye lids. The song was beautiful, perfectly written, but it’s the story of the song that killed my conscience. Towards the end of the song, Patrick wrote “This song is over except for this line.
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..” and the next line is the one line that I wish Patrick never had written. The last line is “you win this round… broccoli” I listened to this song over and over again hoping that I didn’t hear what I thought I heard. “He must be saying shockingly or maybe even wannabe” I said, hoping to God that broccoli, a gross, green, healthy vegetable did not win the battle against Patrick Star. Once I figured out that it was truly what the giant speaker in Spongebob’s house said, I panicked. My mother must have heard me screaming because the last thing I remember was her rushing me to the hospital and then me waking up in a cold, white room with doctors all around me.
They asked me what kind of thing could have happened to make me go into such a shock but I could not answer. They kept asking and I so badly wanted to scream “Patrick lost! To broccoli! Broccoli!”but I could not speak. I felt like I was choking and I must have went into shock again because the next thing I remember is waking up in my room. I got up, and my mother made me breakfast. We never talked about it again. I slowly began to act normal again but that song never left my head. I sometimes thought to myself “maybe there will be another round, maybe Patrick Star can win the second round!” but I now realized no such things would ever happen. I told myself I must remember Patrick Star.
So I decided to wear pink in representation of his beautiful, pink skin. I could not wear pink every day, so I decided it should be the hump of the week. The middle, the king of the hill, the day of Patrick Star. Ever since then I have made it my sworn duty to remember him every Wednesday by wearing pink and never let his name loose another round.
