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I am through with you, he said.
Her worst nightmare has come true. Those were the words she dreaded. Not only the words but the way he uttered them, with total indifference.
If I were wealthy I would buy a small ship, travel the world with my family, friends and bunch of other people who would join me for free, of course.
I'd try all kinds of exotic food and share this experience with all interesting people - different people, excentrics, free thinkers, stressed out people who need relaxation.
I was never much of a student. But this time I set my heart on it and, soon, there were results.
But then, again, the motivation was not really mine. It was his and I wanted to spend as much time as possible with the love of my life.
I could wallow in reality as much as I want, but escapism prevails .
Once upon the time I realized the older I was getting the less time I had left to live. I realized also that I needed to stop doing things that didn't satisfy me or at least create the feeling of sense. So, I stopped doing chores, like tidying up and spent more time in looking for things lost in my untidy rooms.
That made sense.
He was not eligible for the job.
He had known it before he applied but he did it nevertheless. He wanted to be a teacher and hoped that lack of experience or letters of recommendation wouldn't matter. That he would get the job anyway.
But, things don't work out as we dream them out.
So, he finally had to face rejection. He hadn't faced rejection since the sixth grade when he asked Nellie to be his girlfriend. He had forgotten the feeling of humiliation and therefore he was unprepared for the rush of emotion overwhelming him.
He remembered Nellie. When she laughed at his offer, scorned him in front of his friends
"What, with you? I'd never go out with you. Not if you were the last person on Earth. Not in a million years."
That night Nellie's family had an accident. Their house burned down but luckily the family was saved. The police investigated suspecting arson but they found nothing.
Since nobody was hurt and the house was insured, the family didn't press the matter and the police forgot it soon. The insurance company investigators tried to find proof that the family created the fire themselves because there was some gas leak in the basement. They insisted on family not fixing the pipes on purpose and then lighting a cigarette themselves but there was no evidence to support their claims.
So, after a while they had to leave it and pay the premium amount which made sure the family bought a similar house but in another town.
He had completely forgotten about Nelly and her family but now, the new humiliation burrowed into that painful hole inside his chest and made the old wound raw again.
Humiliation, this humiliation of rejection must not go unpunished, he thought.
I was never feeling so devastated. I lost the person I loved most in the world for the second time. This was even worse because I found out she was out there all the time not needing me to save her. She was indifferent, not even looking for me when she learned where I was.
Oh, the Olives. I will mention Blackie first because he annoys me most. He is the spoiled son who demands salad as if it were his birthright, as if he were a throne heir. Ha,ha, to me je is just a heir without a throne, air would be more like it.
Then there is the teenage daughter Green. She will bust the wall of the fridge I rent them. The parents are no better, olives in their fancy coats, salty, passing by Breakfast Lounge without a good morning. Once I spilled them on purpose from their lofty bowl and as they were rolling down the floor they reminded me of roaches.
After the incident,they threatened to move out from my fridge if the incident happens again. Of course it did, ha, ha. They thought leave
ing their space to new tenants would leave me devastated.
How stupid an Olive can be? How arrogant?
It doesn't matter anyway. Not anymore since my plan has worked. The Olives are moving out today and the Porks are moving in. The Porks are the right family for my Fridge for holidays.
I hate when unplanned things happen because my day is heavily scheduled and I feel safe when I fulfil my plan.
It rarely happens that my plan is disturbed as it happened a week ago.
I just wanted to sip my morning coffee and enjoy breakfast before going to work when the phone rang. I didn't expect a call so my first inclination was to pretend I wasn't at home or that I didn't hear it because I was too deep in thoughts. But it kept ringing until I picked it up.
It could be a perfume. Yeah, an ideal name for a new brand.... but wait a minute... Is this really new? Maybe the brand exists and I just saw it somewhere, in some commercial maybe and it is just clinging to my mind waiting to come out
I'm not so sure what role belief plays in my life. It used to be my priority, but right now I don't believe. I used to feed on it..... I lost it.
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