BEEEE

I listen to music as if it's a soundtrack to my life, except there's no tension and it's all so boring and mundane.

I meet friends sometimes and live in my head most times.

It's lonely in there.

I go to work and study and then prepare lunch for four more days of working and studying.

I want to create and express myself: write songs and stories, paint the visions in my head and film movies, but every time there's a blank page I hesitate.

I see the life of people around me evolve and change for the better and ask myself what I'm doing wrong because, as far as I remember, I've always felt stuck.

We usually see each other on the weekends but this weekend a friend who lives 7h away celebrated her birthday and I spent the weekend at her place so I haven't seen you since last tuesday but this week you have soccer practice on monday, wednesday and friday and sunday so you can't come over to my place but I have uni on wednesday and because without sleeping over the visit won't be actually worth the 2h (one way) I have to travel by train, your car to get to your house and by bus to reach the train station of my hometown I have to stay over from monday to tuesday, so I sleep one night at my house, throw out the dirty clothes of the weekend out of my backpack and get back on my way when in all honestly I would have preferred to stay at home but you can't come over, you have soccer practice, so if I don't want to go 2 weeks without seeing you I have to take on the journey today.

Yeah shure dude, go ahead. Part of me is very mich creeped our by this stranger, the other half is too polite to stand up and go, and why not do a fortune teller session for free?

He goes ahead and tells me that "what if he's an angel? What if nobody else can see him and everybody thinks I'm crazy for talking to him?" (I guess people actually think I'm crazy for talking to him, but for different reasons). Then he starts to make assumptions about my life "because he can tell strangers about their true life, he sees it in their eyes you know..." and at this point I just start making up shit.

Of course he knew that I'm from a province 5h away from where I actually live. Of course I do karate and self defence and volleyball as a hobby. I apparently gave that of with my vibe. I do neither of these sports, they were just the first few that came to my mind because friends do them. According to him I'm 5 years younger than my actual age and at that point I'm like "your gift is absolute crap", but I don't tell him.

At this point he starts telling me how successful I'm gonna be in my future and my opinion on the validity of his claims makes a sharp 180 turn because he tells me how I'm gonna make it and be the boss of a big company. I'll never see him again, but he tells me to think about him when it all unfolds.

It's been 30 minutes of him talking non stop and I (sleep deprived and on hour 7 of an exhaustin train trip) go to call my bf just so I have an excuse to escape his babbling.