Sleepwalking my way through life: There's always one



There's always one

“I don’t know what it is about him. He just annoys the hell out of me.”

“Mmm,” I agreed, “maybe something to do with how he states the obvious.”

There was a hyena laugh from a few seats down the aisle accompanied by the slapping of a hand against a thigh.

“How can they stand to be near him? Even from over here he makes my skin crawl.”

“They could be deaf.” I ventured.

“It’s possible, but they should be able to sense… it.”

We both leaned back and tapped our pens absentmindedly on the desk, deep in thought. There was another laugh from down the aisle, and a stray pen flew by our noses. We turned our heads in synchronisation and looked towards the offending being.

“You know,” she said as he settled down and looked blankly ahead, “it’s possible that he’s really just depressed. That he’s putting on this show of bravado and merriment so that no one guesses. Maybe he’s really messed up inside, and the only way he can deal with it is to pretend it’s not there.”

“Boobies!” he exclaimed from down the aisle. The people around him laughed and even the rows in front giggled.

"I have to admit, that was perfect timing." She said beside me.

I let my head fall forward and land with a thud on the desk in front of me. “I think I’ve lost my faith in humanity.”
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1 Comments:

At 5:01 pm, Anonymous Elisabeth Ice Cream said...

BOOBIES! He MUST be depressed!!! Poor dude... (Funny story, made me giggle :D )
Good luck with the essay superhero.

 

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