Calvin

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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I realized the doctor was leaving the room, and I was talking out loud to nobody. And that's why they want to put people on medication.

Me: . . .You're you're part of it.

Susie: Part of what?

Me: Part of what's happening to me. Didn't you ever think about, you know, that you're named Susie, and you're friends with a
guy named Calvin?

Susie: I always thought my parents didn't put much imagination into my name–

Me: I was born on the same day that Bill Watterson published his very last comic strip?

Susie: You've mentioned that.

Me: My gramps gave me a stuffed tiger called Hobbes I'm hyperactive and pathologically imaginative? And then, even more amazing, a girl lives two doors down and her name is Susie! Maybe once you create an idea and millions of people are loving that idea, when you get brilliance and love all mixed up like that, it makes something that has to go somewhere. It impacts reality, like a meteorite hitting Earth. Bang! I think the universe just couldn't let Calvin go.