My Average Day

Driving down the road I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be there tonight. He had been gone for a couple weeks now and I started to miss him, I guess. At least, I didn’t get that feeling that I wanted to punch him or mock him for being stupid. I know he’s not dumb, just low common sense, and he comes on too strong. But at the same time, he’s warm and loving, and gives incredible massages. My mind was racing and I stopped to take a couple of deep breathes, glancing at the scenery.

This part of town was an endless string of strip malls and under construction commercial sites. It gave me a melancholy that I could only escape with my CD player. I pulled on my headphones, ignoring the awkward glances of pedestrians and other drivers. Do people ever feel like they are always being invaded? Or was I the only one? It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling. I mean, it was fine around most women and children and some good cheered men. But, for the most part, it was like everyone’s negative thoughts were being pulled into my body, like the way a leaf absorbs water through osmosis. It was a constant struggle to exert my own mind and emotions, to balance myself with both the obvious and subtle feelings of others. It always makes me think of hearing a juicy conversation that you know you shouldn’t be listening to, but you can’t help because they just talk so loud. That was the difference between him and most others. He always made me feel equalized, as if there was a perfect give and take of all the essential nutrients.