Is this what you want?
Now, I’m contemptuous, I’m good with what is and there is literally nothing to change. I actually got tired of talking to people a long time ago, it’s like their brain isn’t even there. Wherever I’m employed, the job is way too easy. AM I INVINCIBLE? I might know a lot more than ya average man, and at least I don’t voice it. I tend to act dumb at times. At least I have the heart to know not everyone needs to know how INFORMED I am. Hit ‘em with the “yea you right” or the “oh that’s right”. Shit is easy for me, how can I lose?
In the same breath, I keep losing my breath, for absolutely no reason. A thought could exhaust me, while words thereafter will deter me. But it’s just those moments, so don’t judge me by that and paint that as my overall image. We all got some issues right?
So I ran into my crone dog Bilton, “yo what it do?”.
I had to hype him up off the pull-up. This is one depressed mother fucker, and I know he just lost his dog. Granted, I know that was his lil best friend, but he’s wild’n.
Bilton: “Yea I’m straight. This is around the time I use to walk Cappy”
I really had to stop and think before I roast his ass for mourning over a damn dog. meanwhile, I’m secretly mourning the possible loss of my fuckin apartment and the eviction notice that was smacked on my door for all 8 of my neighbors to see. So we’re pretty much both fucked.
“Why are we 2 friends in such fucked situations?” I ask myself. Is this what life has really come to?
Narration: “At this point, neither one of these dumbasses knows how to handle life and the stressors are thrown at them. Not a lick of emotional intelligence or sustainability or perseverance or self-awareness or even empathy.
I try to be sensible to Bilton’s situation while also tryna hide the pain that I’m not even showing. Then trying to understand why I still feel a way about the things I hold in. How can I truly be of assistance to Bilton?
Bilton: “Maybe you forgot, but you know after my mom passed she left me her best friend. My fault, it’s just like losing her twice.”
I choose not to respond….I didn’t know how to.
Thank you for reading my meaningful short story.
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