Friday, December 27, 2013

The Perks of being an Asshole.

Here walked an Asshole.

He probably didn't look like one, but he sure as hell felt like one every now and then. Like a gust of wind, a memory that had been suppressed would flash by making him wince. Of the time, he went incommunicado to a very nice lady after they had gone out for a while. The simple reason being he didn't feel the spark and he didn't want to be around when he told her so. He hoped she was happy wherever it is that she is now.

Or, the times he couldn't help bully the guy living next door for the sheer reason that as per him that guy just didn't know what to take out of life, had his priorities wrong, was too "arrogant" towards other certain individuals that were looked down upon. But, mainly for the simple reason that he could bully this guy and get away with it.

As he increased his pace, and slowly moved to a trot, he could feel a slight stiffness in his knees. It'd been a while since his last trot. Asshole knees. It helped though, to rid the cob-webs, in his joints, in his mind. Someday, maybe even his soul.

He was still an Asshole. A sigh. Another flash. Another sigh. The Asshole continued to trot.

He remembers how he sometimes took others hearts for granted or rather, under-estimated the genuineness of their affections. Much like how his had been taken for granted and/ or under-estimated by the few others.

Made him chuckle that. That thought was ironic and funny. But, he had to focus. Focus on his breathing as he increased his pace. The crunch of each foot on the gravel formed a rhythmic beat that he tried to gain some semblance of routine and normalcy from.

It was a while before he had another thought worth digging deeper.

But, that feeling remained. And, he continued to run even as the nicotine tar in his lungs burned and his alcohol riddled liver screamed. He ran, for this was the purging of an Asshole.

At least, it wouldn't be long before he got distracted. Distracted until the next flash.

*wince*

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