In the hot humid corner of an italian restaurant, a young man asks another, “Hey you ever wonder why we’re here?” The other boy responds “Oliver” he sighs “We wash dishes, pretty simple”. “Not that Jack, I-I mean like our place in the world. Why do people do what they do... you know”.”Well when you grow up what do you want to be and why? I guess people do things because they enjoy it and are good at it.” Jack said. “ To be honest I have no idea, school is ending and i’m a sophomore. I’m not really great at anything and the only reason I took this job is that I have too much freetime, I like money and I want to lose some weight.” Oliver responds with unconfidence. Jack who is a few years old than Oliver goes into mentor mode “Going through life without direction or a goal is not good. I understand that you have not found your passion yet, but when you do jump in head first. I personally love woodworking and have an apprenticeship with Mr. Wolf”.  The dishwasher stopped and a new load was put in while Oliver rushed to put the dishes away.

Oliver Pov

Life is boring, work is boring and even socializing is boring. Why do people do what they do? How can they do what they do? There is just nothing fun and life is directionless. I don’t understand how people can talk about nothing for hours and enjoy it. To me that just sounds like torture. The monotony of the day, get up the fan blowing on my face, go to school never interact with the opposite gender, go home wonder on the internet or go to work, go to sleep. I have thought of suicide, not seriously of course I would be too scared to go through with it. Some people love me, while I am not sure if I am even capable of love. Even if I was not too scared I feel like it would be a burden for them. I just want to be an average person, I’d like to not stick out. Sticking out seems like too much work and I love doing as little of what I don’t want to do as possible. But being normal will never be possible. I am introverted, I hate going to parties and even leaving my home. Whenever i try to make friends to try and be normal I get annoyed with the person and just avoid them for a year. After that we pretend we have never even met. I try to be nice to all those I interact with on a regular basis. That way there are less problems and I do not look alone. As a general rule I have decided to never know the names of people I have never talked to. They certainly do not know mine and why should I know theirs? The days seem to blend and a few constants always remain. I get up with the fan in my face, I go to school, go home, go to sleep, I get up with the fan in my face, I go to school, go home, go to sleep, I get up with my back against the cold floor and the annoying blue screen in my eyes. What what?  

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