My life? You want to know about what goes on in my life? Well I’ll save you a few minutes and tell you right off the bat; it’s a whole lot of waiting. Waiting and staring. To the normal person, that might sound a little too boring. But it’s not for the feint of heart.

When you’re sitting there on the lake of a beach, the temperature is ten degrees below zero, and the wind is gnawing away at your exposed body parts, you tend to get a little bit reflective. Well, first you get cold. Then reflective. You start to think maybe your life is being wasted, and maybe you would have done better to work hard and go to college. That’s when you remind yourself that you have no life to waste, and they never would have accepted you into college anyway.

But still, one can’t help but to wonder. Wonder why it is you’re sitting there at one of the coldest places in Foggyland with your green Tessie Watchers’ outfit that doesn’t do the best of jobs keeping your body heat trapped inside and your binoculars that are so old your grandfather’s grandfather probably has some good war stories involving them. Wonder when the waiting will come to an end, and all your hard work sitting there freezing to death will pay off. Wonder if it actually ever will.

That’s the scariest of thoughts right there. What if there really is no monster? Think for a minute about what life would be like for us, the watchers, if Tessie didn’t exist. You know what we would look like? A bunch of creeps on a beach looking for a fairy tale. People would laugh at us, think we were insane. They do now.

And that’s where I start over again, thinking about why it is I’m here in the first place. I’ll tell you why. Because there’s a monster down at the bottom of that lake, and I’m determined to find it. And once I find it all these people who thought I was crazy will be proven wrong.

But when will that happen? I certainly don’t know. It’s not like we’re some sort of freak cult with our own prophesized date, and we stay up all night and doing war dances around a large campfire. Well, only to keep warm, and we don’t do it that often. But I’m just waiting. Waiting for Tessie.

I read a book about two guys waiting once. That’s what I do on my break. I read. Well these two guys were waiting for someone, and he never came. I suddenly got the feeling that my mother, who sent the book to me, was trying to get a point across. Sorry, mother, but I’m not giving up on this one.

Or maybe I am. I’ve been here for years, and not one sign of this stupid monster. I’m losing hope by the day. Please, Tessie, won’t you show yourself to me?