Post by SCOTT PARKER on Mar 31, 2012 23:10:21 GMT -5
Scott sat staring straight ahead across the food court, hardly touching the piece of now congealing greasy pizza he'd bought. He wasn't here for the food. Well, he was, but that wasn't what was preoccupying him at the moment.
It had been kind of a rough week for Scott.
He'd thought that a little retail therapy would help. He was sure that was spposed to be the key to happiness for all other gay men, but for some reason it had been ineffective at drowning out the other concerns in his life.
It wasn't for lack of trying. Scott had wandered around the mall for hours. He'd tried on outfit after outfit. He'd spent far longer than any one man should perusing through piles of underwear and socks trying to figure out which ones he ought to buy. He'd used all the spare cash he'd brought with him on worthless things like tshirts and tubesocks and now he just felt drained. Rather than perking him up and picking him up out of the lurch he'd seemed to have fallen into, he was feeling even crummier with the added bonus of feeling tired as fuck.
Goddamn. Life sucked.
To be honest, he would feel perfectly justified if this was some sort of post traumatic stress disorder type thing. It wasn't like he hadn't been through a lot that week. He'd left the only guy who could perhaps ever love him. He'd told his best friend he was gay, a secret he'd been keeping for four years. He'd found out his best friend was secretly a goldfish, a secret SHE'D been keeping for all of four hours. It had been a pretty confusing week.
Scott knew he probably looked crazy as fuck just staring off into the distance, looking at nothing in particular and being alone with just his thoughts. He idly wondered how long he could sit there, just being motionless, before someone called the cops on him. He estimated maybe another good half hour before people started to get creeped out. He WAS sitting in front of a pretty sketchy chinese take out place. He doubted people would be overly concerned at the sight of someone sitting there numbly. It was probably commonplace for them.
Shit. Why did everything have to suck so much?
It had been kind of a rough week for Scott.
He'd thought that a little retail therapy would help. He was sure that was spposed to be the key to happiness for all other gay men, but for some reason it had been ineffective at drowning out the other concerns in his life.
It wasn't for lack of trying. Scott had wandered around the mall for hours. He'd tried on outfit after outfit. He'd spent far longer than any one man should perusing through piles of underwear and socks trying to figure out which ones he ought to buy. He'd used all the spare cash he'd brought with him on worthless things like tshirts and tubesocks and now he just felt drained. Rather than perking him up and picking him up out of the lurch he'd seemed to have fallen into, he was feeling even crummier with the added bonus of feeling tired as fuck.
Goddamn. Life sucked.
To be honest, he would feel perfectly justified if this was some sort of post traumatic stress disorder type thing. It wasn't like he hadn't been through a lot that week. He'd left the only guy who could perhaps ever love him. He'd told his best friend he was gay, a secret he'd been keeping for four years. He'd found out his best friend was secretly a goldfish, a secret SHE'D been keeping for all of four hours. It had been a pretty confusing week.
Scott knew he probably looked crazy as fuck just staring off into the distance, looking at nothing in particular and being alone with just his thoughts. He idly wondered how long he could sit there, just being motionless, before someone called the cops on him. He estimated maybe another good half hour before people started to get creeped out. He WAS sitting in front of a pretty sketchy chinese take out place. He doubted people would be overly concerned at the sight of someone sitting there numbly. It was probably commonplace for them.
Shit. Why did everything have to suck so much?
