A Fulfilling Day

He buried his head in his hands and sobbed.

He had been diagnosed with testicular cancer and started to continuously ask himself, “Why me!” Fortunately, his fiancée was there to comfort him to say that it was okay—but it wasn’t. The first person he called was his mother. He had no problem calling his father, but it’s impossible to call two people at the same time; and his father was hard at work anyway. Thoughts of his fiancée leaving him was the first thing Arnold thought. This is not going to end well. But then, maybe it could then again, he thought. After all, he’d had his eye on that nice girl down at the doughnut shop with the cute dimple, the one named Bertha, but who had a misspelled name-tag that Bert and would only answer to the name Bert. Because since they didn’t bother to get her name right why should she bother to. I left the meeting in rage. How dare those people treat me like an animal, they did not give me the time of the day before they dismissed me out of their office. I will return and watch they will be sorry they didn’t hire me.

As I walked out the office doors, the smell of greasy hot dogs and cotton candy hit my nose. The annual summer carnival was down the block and I can hear the kids yelling a screaming at the top of their lungs.

“Get off of my back Jimmy!!” a little girl screamed. “Wait your turn”. She said. I couldn't help myself I was excited for once in my life, I just wanted to be a part of the amazement before it was too late. As if this was the first and last time, I could actually admit I had fun. I wanted to feel the breeze. I wanted to live again, I got away with it but I knew streaking was illegal. I felt alive. Is there anything else that I can do to get this feeling of liberation? Maybe travel the world and do it in other countries. Explore! Have fun! Do something difference for once. Try out new food, meet new people, and go for the exhilarating sports. Skydiving and bungee jumping sound like lots of fun. Recently I had Greek food and OMG it was like sooo totally awesome. Just the texture and feel of it in my mouth got me all wet.

The patron slid down my throat nicely. I chased it with a ripe lime that was waiting for me in the mouth of my best friend. That’s how it was always done.

I took my best friend to bed and had the most glorious sex ever. It got kind of dirty but who cares we were young.  People shouldn’t care about the choices we made in life, just move on and be happy with what you were dealt. Everything happens for a reason. Then again, one of my siblings told me to never believe in that bullshit and things happen for no reason plenty of times. I’m not sure if that’s realism or pessimism. It’s hard to tell the difference nowadays. Why does life have to be a grey area instead of something comprehensible? The truth is—nothing will change that.