anger vignette
Oct. 11th, 2001 03:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantbrian walks in and says, "down till tomorrow?" and i nod all quietly. he looks everywhere but at me. i'm such an abandoned case he can't even remember what i'm here for.
"lunch tomorrow, then?" he asks. i can't tell what the fuck he means, even though i think it might be an invitation. "if you like," i say, noncomittal, so as not to disturb this precarious uncomfortable silence. and he leaves with this look in his eyes as if to say
fuck you!
and in my own head i'm screaming the same thing.
this is such a fucking useless job and i don't want your free lunch and i especially don't want to spend any time bullshitting about how wonderful life is. all the same i felt bad: but isn't it ridiculous to feel guilty about acting coolly towards a half-hearted offer from a half-headed man? i have no obligations towards him.
the door shuts and i roll my eyes and blow out my breath like i wish it were smoke.
"lunch tomorrow, then?" he asks. i can't tell what the fuck he means, even though i think it might be an invitation. "if you like," i say, noncomittal, so as not to disturb this precarious uncomfortable silence. and he leaves with this look in his eyes as if to say
fuck you!
and in my own head i'm screaming the same thing.
this is such a fucking useless job and i don't want your free lunch and i especially don't want to spend any time bullshitting about how wonderful life is. all the same i felt bad: but isn't it ridiculous to feel guilty about acting coolly towards a half-hearted offer from a half-headed man? i have no obligations towards him.
the door shuts and i roll my eyes and blow out my breath like i wish it were smoke.
