Gentleman: start your living
Hour zero. Bright lights. Joy cries. Women in white dresses.
who am I?
Why is everybody around me?
What do they want from me?
why am I crying?
Gifts, new clothes (quite handy, I must say, as I see I had none), smiles a galore racing through my still blurry sight... This must be something big. Wait, no... I must be something big, hey, after all, I only remember being here for the last few minutes and this... party?... just seems to be growing right around me.
This is surely going to be great!
......................
Some days later
My mom carries me everywhere. No matter where I go, everybody looks at me, smiling, waving their hands, sutpidly talking things like "hullo ye lil cuttie thingie", but hey, they like me, everybody likes me, even those lots of peasants which I've never seen before like me instantly! Why is that? I don't know... but... Ain't that great?
......................
About 20 years later...
Woa. Time goes by so swiftly... I'm getting my first job! Isn't it great?
Well, quite not a hundred percent great, I shall say... The pay is not good but for saving a few bucks a month, maybe in a whole year I'll be able to by a bicycle, but well, that'd be diggin' so too far into the future, wouldn't it?
As for what I do... I'm a junior salesman, I sell high end electronic stuff, like huge plasma TVs and the like... Boss is always in a very bad mood and shouts things like "Keep selling like this and you'll be cleaning my boots with your pathetic tongues!".
One day I outsold even the most experienced ones, boss just looked at the figures and said "hmmm..." while looking at me like thinking "Could this piece of shit get this done?". Well, gonna take that as a compliment.
I'm employee number 12132, out of 120000 total employess this corporation has. Everywhere I go, they seem to look at me like... Hmm... Like I wasn't there, in fact, they don't look at me at all. I'm just another human body running across those large hallways, another one who goes up and down the stairs, another one of the big mass rushing to take the elevator when the daily shift ends, another one... Just another one for everyone, for everyone except those who are close to me, but, as for everyone else, I'm nothing more than another one moving along with the crowd, and yet more of a bother when the crowd gets so dense that no one can move except in the directon that the unconscious human drift plots, an invisible highway to somewhere that is nowhere near to wherever whomever wants to go, and so, everybody around is nothing but an obstacle getting right in the middle of their own individual paths.
who am I?
Why is everybody around me?
What do they want from me?
why am I crying?
Gifts, new clothes (quite handy, I must say, as I see I had none), smiles a galore racing through my still blurry sight... This must be something big. Wait, no... I must be something big, hey, after all, I only remember being here for the last few minutes and this... party?... just seems to be growing right around me.
This is surely going to be great!
......................
Some days later
My mom carries me everywhere. No matter where I go, everybody looks at me, smiling, waving their hands, sutpidly talking things like "hullo ye lil cuttie thingie", but hey, they like me, everybody likes me, even those lots of peasants which I've never seen before like me instantly! Why is that? I don't know... but... Ain't that great?
......................
About 20 years later...
Woa. Time goes by so swiftly... I'm getting my first job! Isn't it great?
Well, quite not a hundred percent great, I shall say... The pay is not good but for saving a few bucks a month, maybe in a whole year I'll be able to by a bicycle, but well, that'd be diggin' so too far into the future, wouldn't it?
As for what I do... I'm a junior salesman, I sell high end electronic stuff, like huge plasma TVs and the like... Boss is always in a very bad mood and shouts things like "Keep selling like this and you'll be cleaning my boots with your pathetic tongues!".
One day I outsold even the most experienced ones, boss just looked at the figures and said "hmmm..." while looking at me like thinking "Could this piece of shit get this done?". Well, gonna take that as a compliment.
I'm employee number 12132, out of 120000 total employess this corporation has. Everywhere I go, they seem to look at me like... Hmm... Like I wasn't there, in fact, they don't look at me at all. I'm just another human body running across those large hallways, another one who goes up and down the stairs, another one of the big mass rushing to take the elevator when the daily shift ends, another one... Just another one for everyone, for everyone except those who are close to me, but, as for everyone else, I'm nothing more than another one moving along with the crowd, and yet more of a bother when the crowd gets so dense that no one can move except in the directon that the unconscious human drift plots, an invisible highway to somewhere that is nowhere near to wherever whomever wants to go, and so, everybody around is nothing but an obstacle getting right in the middle of their own individual paths.
posted by Cristian @ 7:44 PM
1 Comments:
At 2:38 PM,
Diego said…
Well, so you have a blog. You have two in fact, but, this one is not in spanish :think:
Well, I guess that I should comment in english. So, to the bussines.
I have to say, I also think that "i'm just another one in the crowd", even if I don't want to. I might be different, inside me, but in spite of that, life leads me to the same path that leads everybody.
We all, in a moment or in another, want the same. The guys like to have a girl, someone who listens them a roof to be protected from the rain and a bed to lay on. The girls, I don't know, but they'll probably want something like that. We are all people after all.
Ok, I don't know how to finish my comment. Feel happy with the text, i've read it, i've liked it, and it has made think. In fact, that verb should be continous.
Diego/Mocker
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