Patrick stood in his ethereal tower, peering down through the clouds at the people below. Some danced, some sang, some laughed and cheered. Some cried, some shouted. Some died. Some were born.
Patrick shifted his focus to the areas that most celebrated him. There they go, he thought. The sun is barely over the rim of the earth, and already they are binging in my name.
“Hey Patty, how’s it hanging?” Teri asked. She had changed from “Teresa” recently in a bid to remain cool. She had adopted a new way of talking for the same reason. She was an odd duck, even among their motley crew.
“Not too bad, Teres – Teri. Just watching my day. I mean, it’s great that it’s popular and all that, but – ”
“But they’re not really remembering you?”
“Well, come on, they’re remembering your home, aren’t they?”
“What, by getting intoxicated?”
“Yeah, man! That’s like, your thing, right?”
“Teri, that’s not my way at all! You’re just buying in to stereotypes. How would you like it if I went and suggested you represented all IT professionals?”
“That’s just racist, Patty.”
“It’s Patrick, not Patty.”
Teri shook her head. “Get with the times, man. You have to stay relevant in this day and age. Remake yourself. Be a new man.”
“What do you suggest, I become the patron of green beer?”
“Or alcohol in general.”
“But I preach temperance!”
“Yeah, and it’s a total buzz kill during your Saturday sermons. Seriously, dude, join the party.”
Patrick turned away from her and looked back out his window. “Okay, Teri, I’ll think about it.”
“You do that. See you tonight? Some of us are heading over to Joe’s.”
“I’ll see if I can make it, I guess.”
“See you then, Patty.”
Patrick heard the door close behind him. He folded his arms, watching the revelers below while he considered Teri’s words. He could see how she was right, but at the same time, he had to hold his principles. Or did he? After all these years, did he have to hold on to everything he had believed? He made a mental note to talk to The Great Orb about it, then went back to watching and judging.