Sometimes the world feels too big and too small all at once, like there's too much to see, and not enough to discover. I wish there was more good to discover, but the more often I venture out into the world, the the more often I am repaid in trial and tribulation. Maybe it would be better to stay inside always, or only go out alone. Loneliness is so very consuming, but then again....
"Sorry, what was the question?"
"Don't you think that all people are basically good?" Miss Green repeated, stretching her toothpaste commercial smile to infinity and beyond.
I replied blankly, "No. I don't."
Miss Green looked at me as if I'd surprised her tremendously, a mode of therapy I'd grown to dislike more than most. She wasn't surprised. She'd known me for weeks. She could read me, so why ask the obvious and then look surprised when she knew exactly what I would say?
"What do you think then?"
"I think all people are basically idiots, just waiting to rip you off in order to look out for number one." I replied flatly, feeling cross. Miss Green tilted her glasses and rubbed a smudge of grease off of one lens before staring back at me thoughtfully. She wrote on her notepad and turned to the sloppy middle-aged mess sitting next to me.
"How about you Harold?"
And for the rest of the hour, I was free to day dream some more.
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