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My sole job today consists of matching up tiny little numbers on 2 giant stacks of paper and stapling them together. I've been doing this for 2 weeks. After lunch, the numbers begin to meld together. I pass up matches. My mind wanders to another place as I flip through the stack. I stare out the window into the dirty parking lot filled with oversized trucks belonging to men who secretly hate their wives, their jobs and their lives. I feel tired. I feel my life passing by hour by hour. I can only start living again when I am free from this. My habitat is uninspiring. I’m always more aware, in the winter, of how barren this town is. It’s a sad little place. The word despair comes to mind. It’s funny because I’m always looking forward to winter, but by the time December is over, I’m always tired of it. I’m left longing for summer. Aaron and I are, and always have been, in agreement on one thing; we must leave Reno, as soon as possible. What are we waiting for? I have no explanation.
The lady who sits next to me, lies. She is a pathological liar. She tells lies about everything, far fetched, unbelievable stories. She’s done every job imaginable. Seen things and places no ordinary person could see in one lifetime. Pathological liars are intriguing characters. I listen to her tell stories all day long and from what little I do know is true about her life, I could easily see how the lying helps her escape the reality of her life. She’s a miserable pig of a woman.
The lack of connection I feel with other human beings is….almost scary. The only person in the world that I feel “understands” is Aaron. Everyone else seems shallow and detached. I guess life is about being phony, acting like you really like people that you’d rather tell to go fuck themselves. Having to constantly censor yourself is so tiring.
The lady who sits next to me, lies. She is a pathological liar. She tells lies about everything, far fetched, unbelievable stories. She’s done every job imaginable. Seen things and places no ordinary person could see in one lifetime. Pathological liars are intriguing characters. I listen to her tell stories all day long and from what little I do know is true about her life, I could easily see how the lying helps her escape the reality of her life. She’s a miserable pig of a woman.
The lack of connection I feel with other human beings is….almost scary. The only person in the world that I feel “understands” is Aaron. Everyone else seems shallow and detached. I guess life is about being phony, acting like you really like people that you’d rather tell to go fuck themselves. Having to constantly censor yourself is so tiring.