He sat there,
spinning around in a
swivel chair,
frustrated by it all.
His laptop was on the
smooth oak counter in front of him.
The system update was
progressing rather slowly…
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He began to explore
the Web while waiting,
quickly becoming
entangled.
He signed into Facebook
to take a look
at the girls who
habitually post pictures –
not believing in
their beauty until receiving at least 15 likes,
their confidence depending on the comments.
their confidence depending on the comments.
He scrolled down
through the plagiarized quotes,
the list of borrowed
song lyrics – copied & pasted.
What’s the point?
To pretend that you
have it figured out more than most?
To make people think
on the other side of their screens,
“Hey, yes! By God,
that’s it! He’s found it!”
The meaning of life
in a post.
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He signed out, began perusing through the links,
looking for his
calling,
the dream,
the scheme,
the means
in which he would
make all of his money.
How about a
firefighter?
Or what about a psychologist?
He began to lose
himself in the lists
somebody else had
devised for him.
He took a personality
test so someone else could tell him.
INFJ, it said.
“Oh, that was easy.
Wait… what does that
even mean?”
- - - 75% complete -
- -
& the search continues…
He gave up, put his
headphones on,
put his head in
his hands in defeat.
Next thing, he woke
up,
not quite sure how
long he’d seemingly been asleep.
He looked up to find
that the laptop was off,
the update
undoubtedly complete.
His reflection was looking
back at him in the now black & empty screen.
They stared at each
other for a while, analyzing, smiling.
His grandmother
opened up the door, startling them.
He paused the song in
his head.
“There you are,” she
said. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
“Why, yes, here I am.
I guess I’ve been
here all along.”
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