Woman with Dog
She walked past muttering to her cute little dog.
She was nicely dressed in summer sandals and dress. Too much makeup, but otherwise respectfully presented.
I closed my eyes again and pretend to ignore.
But the jibberish continued.
I opened my eyes, and she was sitting across from me with that cute little dog in her lap, continuing to speak to it in tongues.
I closed my eyes again.
The intelligible chatter between woman and canine went on.
When I opened my eyes again, they were both looking in her phone as she explained to the dog in a language only they understood what they were seeing.
I closed my eyes again, thinking, Even these kinds of people fuck. They marry. They conceive of children. In all the major ways of being normal, they are normal.
I thought how life has a way of making some people insane. The pressures of family and career have a way of murdering them.
But, for others, they mellow. They learn to ride out the storm while preserving their sanity.
Still, even those insane or unbalanced from the start, they mostly marry and reproduce.
I sat there with my eyes closed as this respectable looking woman mumbled incoherently to her dog.
I have never been married. I’ve never had children.
I’m not too smart for it. I’m not too strong. I don’t have any special answers to anything. I’m just as dumb and weak and scared and stupid as anybody else.
But something must be wrong.
Something different? A special sort of fucked up?
Yes. Something must be wrong.
But I don’t know what it is.
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