We’ve never actually talked. I devote my life to helping others, don’t really care about clothes, car, or fitting into the crowd. Heck, if I die with no woman beside me I accept this fate. Better than being a rabid drunk of days old. It’s not about me anymore (not to sound like a pet detective actor of the 90’s). Lets be honest ladies, gentlemen and other genders in this materialistic world: Yikes…not like I can’t afford it I just don’t see the true meaning.
Anyway,
Some times I think maybe, just maybe, you would accept me for me, you do your thing, I just come home from a long days work and just stare at each other and say nothing. Heck maybe open a coffee shop. Or wait, like a falafel house with plants and the first song we play every morning would be “Karma Police.”
Maybe I am Robert Baratheoning it…maybe I am just delusional…regardless the thought of you makes me happy…and I am sure that will never change. —Paranoid android
This article appears in Sep 21-27, 2017.