Fiction: Untitled
October 16, 2002This is just one part in a series of character and story development I wrote sometime before 2002. These sorts of things are really “for eyes only,” meaning: not for public release. But it’s included here “for enjoyment only.”
Now that I think back on my life and my regrets, I wonder what I could have been if I had just stopped to take a breath every once and a while. When I did find the occasion to breathe, all I saw was the fluid framework of my friend’s everyday routines. This self-examination always led to depression one way or another. It’s not that my routine was all that bad, I mean, I got the places I needed to be and did the things I was supposed to do, for the most part. What my routine was lacking was an escape hatch. When I got bogged down from reality, my mental gears would grind to a screeching halt. The feelings of isolation were to me what a coral reef is to an oil tanker. I would grab for anything to provide a motivational catalyst, I guess, and often drifted to egocentric frenzies, which put my friends and family off. sure, we’re all a little self-centered, but I think my episodes take the cake.