Le monde de Charlie

Le moment que j'ai trouvé le plus touchant c'est lorsque Charlie se retrouve à l'hôpital car depuis qu'il a 7 ans, le jeune garçon fait des cauchemars dans lesquels se trouve sa tante Helen qui a été victime d'un accident de train. Il eu un suivi régulier par un médecin qui était une femme. Il avait passé deux mois à l'hôpital puis lorsque ces deux mois se sont écouler, il pouvait à nouveau rentrer chez lui.

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Patrick actually used to be popular before Sam bought him some good music.

(...) je sais qu'avant d'aller mieux, les choses sont toujours pires (comme dit mon psy), mais la c'est trop de pire a supporter.

Est ce que t'aimes les fêtes de famille ? Pas seulement avec ton père et ta mère, c'est pas ce que je veux dire, mais aussi avec ton oncle, ta tante et tes cousins ? Moi, j'aime bien. Pour plusieurs raisons. D'abord, je trouve ça fascinant de voir comme tout le monde s'aime, alors que personne ne s'apprécie vraiment. Ensuite, les disputes sont toujours les mêmes.

Il y a une photo de Sam qui est vraiment très belle. C'est quasi impossible d'expliquer à quel point cette photo est belle, mais je vais essayer. Si tu écoutes la chanson Asleep, et que tu repenses aux jours agréables qui te rappellent des trucs, et aussi aux yeux les plus jolis du monde, et que tu pleures, et que cette personne refuse que tu l'aimes, alors je crois que tu peux imaginer cette photo.

Sam battait la mesure sur le volant. Patrick avait sorti sa main par la fenêtre et la faisait onduler. Et moi, j'etais juste assis entre eux. A la fin de la chanson, j'ai dit quelque chose:
-Je me sens éternel.
Et Sam et Patrick m'ont regardé comme si j'avais dit le truc le plus génial qu'ils avaient jamais entendu. Parce que la chanson etait trop super et qu'on l'avait vraiment bien écoutée. On venait de vivre à fond ces cinq dernières minutes, et on se sentait jeunes, dans le bon sens du terme.

Charlie, on accepte l'amour qu'on croit mériter.

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny nails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
He called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of the new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence : A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much make up
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because it was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.

- Charlie, est-ce que tu réfléchis toujours autant ?
- C'est grave ?
- Pas forcément. Mais parfois, on se réfugie derrière ses pensées pour ne pas avoir à s'impliquer.
- Et c'est grave ?
- Oui.
- Mais je crois que je m'implique. Vous êtes pas d'accord ?