You can see them, running about their habitrails. But you live in a different tunnel. You can’t travel through their tunnel. That would be crazy. You aren’t meant to cross paths. Maybe that’s the way God planned it (thank you Billy Preston, may you rest well).
You could show your hand early but that never works. I wanted to write “that worked years ago” but I don’t know if it ever did. Certainly not in the post-irony age. We’re terrified of intimacy. We don’t know how to react if someone feels the same way nor if they don’t. Saying yes is too scary. Saying no is too scary. Everything is too scary.
How could people fall through the cracks, they wonder. Easy. No one pays attention. Especially now. We all carry 24/7 mobile entertainment devices. We never look up. Our attention spans are shorter than ever. Nobody writes unless they have to. I mean, unless they can’t NOT write. Otherwise who the hell would do this. Who would spend hours of their life pumping out words that nobody would ever read. Only the mentally ill. That’s you and that’s me.
I have to lose it all to gain what I want. Let go of everything. Completely destroy my ego and my identity so that I may move forward with whatever the universe has planned for me. Keep an open mind for any pursuit that comes next.
Let’s come back to this tomorrow. A young female coworker just said I was looking buff. So I’m too bigheaded to write anything now. At least I got 500 words out today.
