There are times that you belong to a group but you won’t admit it . You spend most of your adult life denying it. Well, that was indeed me.
I would hear a name and memories would flood my mind. I had my work, children to bring up, and family to take care of. I can’t give in to my secret belongings.
What can I do to quench my desire for belonging? Do I really want to? No, I don’t! I will just keep it with the skeletons in my closet. It is safe there.
Well, one day my life changed and I find that I have found my courage. My children are grown and I’m not working. I have time on my side. But, I won’t open the closet just yet, I’m not ready.
On a rainy day, I hear a voice coming from my closet. The voice is faint. I slowly walk towards my closet. Should I open the door or should I run? My secret belongings are just past that door. I can’t deny it anymore.
I open the door and I hear a name. A rush of cold air hits me as I confront my belongings. It calls to me, “Jean-Luc, Jean-Luc Picard”. It is time!
Yes, I admit it. I’m a Trekkie. This is my secret belonging. I am a fan of Star Trek.
When Data died, I cried as if a part of me died too. I talk to the TV as if they can hear me. I live and breathe Star Trek.
I hold my head up high when I tell people that I’m a Trekkie. I belong with my fellow humanoids. It feels right.
Live long and prosper!
~ Rita Romero