These last few weeks have been some of the more difficult ones down here on Skid Row — maybe it’s the changing season, maybe it’s news of the Terminator’s infidelity….who knows…what I do know is that it’s been tough — that said, I was more concerned than usual when Miss RM came in excitedly shouting “I am Spongebob Miss R! I am Spongebob!”
My first thought was “Oh no, I am going to have to call the psych team again, she has really lost it,” and started thumbing through my Rolodex for contacts in that line of expertise, when she grabbed me looked me in the eye and excitedly squealed, “You see Miss R, Spongebob is well….a sponge! Sponges soak things up and that is just what I am doing! I have decided to start listening to all the good stuff you’ve been saying and apply it to my life. I am renewed and I am ready! I am (as she placed her hands on her hips like a superhero) Spongebbbbob Squarepaaaaants!!”
“Oh, well in that case….” and we high fived.
I’ve got to say, never in my wildest dreams did I think someone claiming to be Spongebob would need anything less than a psych professional — but alas, this [cartoon] character just might change the world.