Friday, May 28, 2004
I locked myself inside the restroom cubicle, pulled down the toilet cover and sat with my eyes closed. Am I friend or flirt, she asked me earlier, and I wanted to say so much but how could I? I could hear his voice in the background. I could hear the words he said. I just pretended that the line was bad and that I could barely hear anything that was pretty much CLEAR! Well, thanks to four years of callcenter experience, I have mastered the art. It wasn't my fight. My role? I am the First Aid Kit for the wounded combatant who will arrive in about an hour from now.
I feel really sad for him because his demons are not just metaphorical but sleeps, eat, breathes beside him. Now that's what I call FREAKY! I wish life wouldn't be too harsh on the guy. I think he deserves a little bit of peace once in awhile. To eat and sleep without thoughts of despair, pain, and hurting. Just one day of all that can mend a broken soul. And maybe he'll even see her again in her beautiful human form?!
Life is such a mystery. It keeps you up to your toes. One day you're a happy martian, the next you're a sad little earthling suffering from hallucinations due to the depletion of the ozone layer causing chemical gases to stick in your lungs...what the f**k?!!
Well, I gotta work now...the gases are sticking...I need to start pumping adrenalin to last me through this day...the gases are really sticky...
Goddess Morwen at 5:52 AM
