Years in the past, but not many…

turntechblindhead:

Meanwhile, a wannabe-cool-kid has a much more casual walk through, not so much his thoughts, but the sidewalks that lead towards his apartment.

Your name is Dave Strider and you are fifteen years old as well. You are simply making your way home, with thoughts of your own in your mind, though these thoughts of your own could be considered much less critical. Simply your every day “what should I do with my time now” kind of thoughts that you tend to get when there’s not much else to think about. Your pace, while you are slightly distracted deciding between just walking around some more or working on something productive, has been just a little fast, and it seems that you’ve bumped right into someone on accident. Oops! You had better apologize now and hope who ever it is isn’t too upset.]

Woah. Sorry about that.

Your pace was fast, too, faster than usual, as you had been driven to tense thought and over-intellectualization and dissection of your own psyche.  Your brain was trying to pull itself apart and provide itself as an operating theater for your mind to realize and recognize certain features.

So when you run straight into someone else, your cane is already halfway up into this dude’s grill, and if you were even thinking enough you’d have thought to realize what you did even further than just running into him, but for the time being, you just back up and apologize as well.

Goodness, I’m sorry as well.  I wasn’t paying enough attention to where I was going.

You are fire-alarm flustered, and you just want to get home at this point.

(Source : orphiste-blog)