a perfect day for bananafish (parody)

Wonder why I committed a suicide? Here is what I am to tell you: I do not fit into this life anymore! My life in the war has glutted me of a lot of terrible things which I have consumed throughout those years of exchanging of gun fires against the enemies, seeing people starve, holocaust, executions, bombings, deaths of my friends and a many thousand injustices in war. The devil did all these which make our world in which we live woeful. Now I have barely managed to live normally in this civilian life people are satisfied with.

My wife does not care for me at all. She stays in our hotel room and keeps up with all her vanity. Last time, I asked her if she has read the book I sent her from Germany. I found out she did not read it and perhaps she will never do. What has become of my wife? I forget now why I married her. She is unfeeling and dispassionate. Was married life good to us way back then? I could not remember why we sleep in separate beds.

Is she to be held responsible of my suicide? I believe she is to be blamed, but only to some degree. But nothing can dictate the heart whatever is it should do. My absence due to my enlistment in the army probably made her love for me fade. I understand her. Perhaps, my effort to win her back was not enough. And almost certainly, she thought that nobody comes out the same after the war. I think everyone else does not remain the same after the trauma which is brought by the war. One effect of postwar may be psychological desolation which later results to death. That is what exactly happened to me.

Those bananafish I told you were just like me. Like the bananafish, I lead a very tragic life. The bananafish’s habits are very peculiar just like what I was doing when I went out from our hotel room wearing a bathrobe and sat by the beach. Like the bananafish, I have swum into a hole where there were a lot of bananas and have become glutted with the awful things in the war. I got a banana fever and it was a terrible disease which affects my entire psychological system that I thought I might die. There and then I ended my life just like the bananafish which was killed in the hole where they squeezed in tightly that they died right there.