Whimsical Wisdom

This ugly little car had gotten her from point A to point B, but now she felt it all hit her at once. She had become a completely slave to her emotions at this point. As she felt it welling up inside her, she placed her hand on her stomach and felt the tear dropped cascade on to her hand until he had become overwhelming. Before she knew it, it had taken over and he chest was heaving while she sobbed loudly. The weight of everything resting on her shoulder while she thought about the night all over again.

It took her a moment to get herself together and she stopped crying. Catching her breath and picked up her vape pen and took a drag from it. She wasn’t really a smoker before but since she no longer was carrying a life inside her, what did it really matter. Checking how much was left in her THC cart before placing it back in her center console. She stepped out of the car and took a second before closing her door, very quietly and making her way toward the front door. Pausing for a moment to think she should turn around and leave now. Shaking those thought off she knocked on the door loudly and waited patiently for someone to answer. “Hi.”

Noah was expecting nothing and no one.  Who was knocking?  Some rando neighbor? The mailman, who usually simply slid all the mail through the slot on the door?  Whomever it was, they wanted someone to answer.  He was the only one home, so he rolled off the couch and trudged towards the door.

Fiddling for a second or two, Noah answered vocally before he got the thing open.  “HI!”.  When the thing finally flung open, he stumbled backwards.

She took one step up towards him and kept her eyes upward on his. “I just had this feeling that you wanted to see me as much as I wanted to see you.”

Laying on his back, tossing a potato in the air with one hand, catching it with the other, transfer hands and repeating ad nauseum, Noah kept his eyes on it… waiting for some *feeling* to hit him, other than emptiness, numbness… bullshit.

His who life was ahead of him!  So why the fuck did he feel such a lack of feeling.  Despair would be better than nothing… right? “Mom” gave him no feelings, no affection, no real feelings of ‘welcome’, of ‘remorse’, nothing that made Noah in any way “happy” to’ve shown up on her doorstep.  In the past, empathy got him a long way with girls, but he’d now graduated ‘high school’ (big whop!) and had yet to start working.  Which means, he’d yet to use what limited cards he had to play. So the potato circled above Noah, cyclical in it’s pointless recurrence… not so different from Noah’s current feeling.

It took her a moment to get herself together and she stopped crying. Catching her breath and picked up her vape pen and took a drag from it. She wasn’t really a smoker before but since she no longer was carrying a life inside her, what did it really matter. Checking how much was left in her THC cart before placing it back in her center console.  She stepped out of the car and took a second before closing her door, very quietly and making her way toward the front door. Pausing for a moment to think she should turn around and leave now. Shaking those thought off she knocked on the door loudly and waited patiently for someone to answer. “Hi.”