Fragmented Thoughts

“You just know they’re all fake.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“They all really hate each other, but it doesn’t much matter, because they act so kind to each others faces.  They just hate me because I don’t bullshit that way.”

“They think you’re joking.”

“Of course,” he said.  “That’s the beauty.  I can get away with saying anything I like and they take it as a joke.”

“Lucky bastard.”

He shook his head.  “It sucks.  Whenever I want to just piss off someone, they always take it as a joke.  A freaking joke.  I want to drive a stake into their soul and they think I’m just fucking around.”

I didn’t always pretend to understand how his mind worked, but he had me laughing.  “You’ve got a unique gift.”