shinn | [✭] Number Five

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I dislike waiting. I dislike waiting a lot. What else do I dislike? I dislike being required to wait—no wait, I’d like to correct myself. (Why do I even bother saying that? I could correct myself anyway without anyone else’s permission. Bah.) Waiting sucks.

Whenever I stand around doing nothing (also known as waiting), I end up getting lost in my thoughts. Then again, doesn’t everyone (sane)? Also, standing around doing nothing WITH someone you know is an entirely different thing. Doing nothing with no one you know is the most excruciating thing that you can ever do; even more so when you are required—or rather—compelled to do so. (I’m being redundant about this requirement thing, I know. The most emphasis, the better. The more thought I put into you guys’ heads.)

Thought the first (there is always a systematic order my thoughts follow whenever I stand around doing nothing, mind you): My, this item here sure looks interesting! You know, when you’re very bored from standing and doing nothing but wait (contradictory, but it makes sense. Shut up.), you think that everything that isn’t what you’re doing is interesting. Even looking at the hair of the person who stands before you is interesting. That object, or well, thing—the hair—presents itself as the most exciting thing in the entire world for that current time. Oh, how fun. This lady’s locks are the most beautiful I’ve seen! It’s very shiny and long and—oh, man, just, I am breath-taken. Basically, some things just grab your attention and divert it from the previous thing you have been concentrating on, which was waiting. You ponder about these things. Let’s go back to the hair. I wonder how she brushes her hair? How long has she had a hairstyle like this? Does she use this kind of shampoo or this kind—wait, I heard there was a scandal about this brand since they use the blood of chickens for the extracts—oh wait. That scandal wasn’t about shampoo. Things like that. Weird things. Eccentric things. Things you don’t usually think about, but do whenever you have nothing else to do. These things seem like the ones that are at the very back of your mind. It’s like playing dodgeball and you get to pick who your team members are: those ideas are the last ones to get picked.

Thought the second: I have been staring at this thing for too long. I should think of something else. I should concentrate on another item, like, this lady’s bag. (There sure are a lot of girls in here.) This bag sure looks very expensive. I wonder how much she bought it for? Is it even genuine? She doesn’t look like someone who could buy a bag from this certain brand at all—oh, that was very judgmental (kind of cool, actually). Of course, I try as much not to think of the negative things, since… they are obviously negative. If people could hear my thoughts, I would have a fans club of people who hate me (my thoughts are just that bad). My life, it is pain. Though I can’t really help myself if these are the things I think about. They may be negative, but at least they follow a certain order. Or something. They’re just very organized, okay.

Thought the third: Man, I wonder what this girl (with the bag) is going to do after she leaves? Where is she going? Could her boyfriend, perhaps, be waiting for her outside? Are they on a date? And then I think about myself, after. I mean, no one waits for me at all. I suppose my friends wait for me but then that’s what friends do. Cliché, but that’s what friends are for, yada yada. I mean—wouldn’t it be fun if someone you liked actually waited for you? It would probably be fun. I get envious of these people with bags. Weird, but… let’s just not say anything about it anymore. It was just a random assumption, anyway. She may or may not have someone waiting for her too. Then I think about her personal life. Does she work at a call center, maybe? She seems to get about 30-40k a month for her salary. No wait—she looks like a college student—wait—wait—she doesn’t—oh wait she does—damn it stop thinking and changing your thoughts, self.

Thought the fourth: Did I take a bath today? I’m pretty sure I did, you know. Though I can’t exactly recall, if I did. I’m sure, yet unsure at the same time. How weird can my thoughts get? I remember using my soap in the shower—though… was that today, or yesterday? Damn it, why is my attention span so short that I can’t even remember what I did a few hours ago? Although I remember that my shampoo bottle fell on the floor of the shower earlier before I could even apply a few drops on my palm. I did take a bath today, didn’t I? Why can’t I ask someone right now just to make sure—oh wait. That would be really, really, really wrong. And really, really—oh. Time is up. I’m done waiting.

My turn to pee.