The Story Continued

He kept his eyes on the clock on the wall.  It seemed like neither hand was moving.  No matter what he did to pass the time, it only seemed like to make things worse.  The hours slowly passed and finally his time was served.  It was Friday and he planned to enjoy his weekend.  He had to make it home first.  Out into the busy world he went.  His silent office building transformed into the hectic streets almost instantly.  Robotically, he ignored the bustle and continued down the street, sometimes breaking the law to get home.  And then home was in sight.  One more street to cross.  He stood waiting, unconsciously jumping double dutch as he watched for the light to change.  Finally the light changed.  As he strolled across the street, he glanced out into the street.  He was so happy that his job was actually within walking distance.  Not having to deal with that traffic was well worth it.  He swiftly walked up the stairs and within minutes he was home.  He slumped down on couch, exhausted by the long work week.  He looked into the kitchen and saw the sun squeaking through the blinds.  Sleep was beginning to creep in on him.  A familiar scent suddenly caught his attention.  He got up from the bed trying desperately to shake the cobwebs.  Then he ventured off into the bedroom.  The sheets on the bed were pulled back sloppily and a nightgown lay on top of the covers.  The room was in the same condition as she left it in.  Flowers were placed  all around the room.  Time seemed to stop while he was in that room.  The moment became too intense for him.  He backed away and closed the door.  It was still too hard for him to accept the fact that she was gone.

Past That

Sometimes I think about all the people that I came up with.  I've lost contact with so many of them.  Basically you can say that I have lost contact with all of them.  I'm not sure how I feel about that.  We've all gone in different directions and it would be nice to stay in contact, but I don't really worry about it.  I think that I have moved on, by choice or not.  It doesn't really bother me anymore.  It did.  I was completely out of the loop on everything.  I still am.  I'm OK with that now.  I haven't been home in years and I don't have much desire to.  I've closed that chapter of my life.  It's not one of those things where it made me the person that I am today or anything.  It's pretty much like college for me.  I went through it and nothing came of it.  I met plenty of people but if they didn't want to be around, they didn't stay.  If I didn't want them around, I left them behind.  There are people that I wish things had gone different with.  That's just natural.  Those people will more than likely find their way back around.  When that time comes, it will be like nothing ever changed.  Life continues whether we want it to or not.  I'm just here to make the best of it all. 

Like

I know I've already addressed this issue before, but I feel like I have to do it again.  I am not a robot.  I don't follow trends blindly because the man does it.  I have my own mind and I don't mind when someone disagrees with me.  Some people take it personal.  It's funny to hear people defend someone who has no clue who they are.  More power to you.  I've had to defend my likes since I was in junior high.  I'm accustomed to it now.  There was no like button back then.  I would always stand up for what I believed in regardless.  I don't care if we have the same likes.  Honestly I don't care what anyone likes.  It doesn't bother me or matter to me.  Only time that I care is if your like effect me.  Then I have an issue.  Other than that, who really cares?  I'm sure there are people who don't like me personally.  I could care less.  Nobody has to deal with me.  I'm easily avoidable and I welcome that sometimes.  It's nice being left alone.  So just to reiterate my point, I don't listen to 2 Chainz, I'm not a Dallas Cowboys fan, and I will buy an I-Phone.  If anyone has a problem with that, it's there problem.  I'm sure nobody associated with anything I just mentioned cares how I feel.  There are plenty of people who feel the opposite of what I feel.  To each it's own.  I'm too old to see there and make a big deal about this.  Like who you like and I will do the same.  Be sure to click on the like button.