I digress, I think maybe writing out the 'truth' will justify my existence or just make me feel better that somewhere out there in the world, my story is written albeit not a truly interesting, life changing one, but nevertheless one worthy of skimming your eyes over and wondering why I've bothered to write it out. I don't know.
I'm still at the office, to be honest I actually don't mind working here. The manager is pretty easy going, he rarely comes round to where our cubes are, he'll just intercom if he needs to speak to you otherwise he leaves us alone to robotically do our jobs. I like that he leaves us the hell alone, I wouldn't know what to say if he came round and started to make small talk with me, I'd feel all out of my element since he's old and has the worst habit of always having an aniseed ball in his mouth. he has this horrid way of maneuvering the sweets with his tongue, as though having it on one side of the cheek isn't enough but he has to take it on a journey across the plane of his mouth. You can tell I've thought long and hard about this weird habit of his, I wonder when he realised that life tastes better with an aniseed, maybe that should be his slogan, God knows. I don't know him too well to suggest it to him.
There's this guy who works adjacent to me, he wears t shirts with funky designs and quirky slogans but rarely makes conversation. Funny how you sometimes want someone to talk to you, but when they do you end up shooting the bullshit right at them. I feel a little threatened by him, I think he sees past my facade of being nonchalant and unsociable and sees the desperate loner who yearns for some friends. I hate it when I look over at him and he's blatantly ignoring my gaze, it's frustrating that i can't do anything to change it. Maybe tomorrow I'll talk to him and just see what his deal is with the silence and complete ignorant attitude. Maybe.
