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(this is not my story but telling it from first person is easier, it is embellished but true nonetheless) A high value pick up guy crept into the truck while I was loading it. He looked around for his valuable bagged goods, noted none where in sight, and slumped against the wall of the truck. He was quiet so I just continued on robotically with my task.
I peer back over my shoulder and there he stands, distantly watching goings-ons that no one will ever see, with his head lolling slowly from side to side.
"I am in some shit" he says.
What I took for apathy on his part was distraction, bordering on torment. His trance broken, his mental train derailed as the blood of his dying thoughts burn his lips, I take one look at him and hope I can help ease his mind.
"...would you like to talk about it?", I ask, afraid of what horror story was sure to come.
He stands again in silence, his eyes glaze over, taking him back to his troubled thoughts, the scab in his mind he can't stop picking.
"I am thinking about going to Dorney Park next weekend". he opens up with.
I sit quietly waiting for him to continue.
"Yeah, I am thinking about going there with my ex-girlfriend".
"So problems with your ex huh?"
No we still hang out, it won't be akward or anything".
At this point I am perplexed as to the full dillema, but before digging figure he will surely clear up the problem in moments, he must be trying to compose himself.
"I just don't know what to do, I am really in some shit, you have any advice?"
I stop for a second and realize the true significance of his question. The true depth of his shit is deeper than I first imagined. He was uncertain whether or not he should go to Dorney Park, and this was the sole cause of said shit.
Uncertain what to say," well do you have the money for it?"
"Yeah", he was going distant again, watching those going-ons, probobly of ferris wheels and hot dog stands, it deafening his mind, bordering on obseession.
"Do you like roller coasters?"
"Yeah," he said blandly," they are great".
I don't know, I think Dorney is a fun place, maybe you should just go."
"Yeah, I just don't know,I am going to have to think about it some more"
It gets quiet again and eventually he leaves in silence.
This poor soul, what most people take for granted he had the bravery to look deep within himself and ask himself questions, some unsettling for you or I to hear. Do I like amusement parks? Are they fun? Should I go if it looks to be a good time? Hard questions, ones that may change his life forever.
The good than can come of it is a true conicopia of life experiences:
for example
Ride roller coasters
Hang out with people he enjoys the company of
Go to a place meant for amusement
While the bad is a maw of death, waiting to comsume him, :
for example
.
.
.
Terryfying. I wish him all the luck.
(ask Randy, he was the loader talking to this guy)
I peer back over my shoulder and there he stands, distantly watching goings-ons that no one will ever see, with his head lolling slowly from side to side.
"I am in some shit" he says.
What I took for apathy on his part was distraction, bordering on torment. His trance broken, his mental train derailed as the blood of his dying thoughts burn his lips, I take one look at him and hope I can help ease his mind.
"...would you like to talk about it?", I ask, afraid of what horror story was sure to come.
He stands again in silence, his eyes glaze over, taking him back to his troubled thoughts, the scab in his mind he can't stop picking.
"I am thinking about going to Dorney Park next weekend". he opens up with.
I sit quietly waiting for him to continue.
"Yeah, I am thinking about going there with my ex-girlfriend".
"So problems with your ex huh?"
No we still hang out, it won't be akward or anything".
At this point I am perplexed as to the full dillema, but before digging figure he will surely clear up the problem in moments, he must be trying to compose himself.
"I just don't know what to do, I am really in some shit, you have any advice?"
I stop for a second and realize the true significance of his question. The true depth of his shit is deeper than I first imagined. He was uncertain whether or not he should go to Dorney Park, and this was the sole cause of said shit.
Uncertain what to say," well do you have the money for it?"
"Yeah", he was going distant again, watching those going-ons, probobly of ferris wheels and hot dog stands, it deafening his mind, bordering on obseession.
"Do you like roller coasters?"
"Yeah," he said blandly," they are great".
I don't know, I think Dorney is a fun place, maybe you should just go."
"Yeah, I just don't know,I am going to have to think about it some more"
It gets quiet again and eventually he leaves in silence.
This poor soul, what most people take for granted he had the bravery to look deep within himself and ask himself questions, some unsettling for you or I to hear. Do I like amusement parks? Are they fun? Should I go if it looks to be a good time? Hard questions, ones that may change his life forever.
The good than can come of it is a true conicopia of life experiences:
for example
Ride roller coasters
Hang out with people he enjoys the company of
Go to a place meant for amusement
While the bad is a maw of death, waiting to comsume him, :
for example
.
.
.
Terryfying. I wish him all the luck.
(ask Randy, he was the loader talking to this guy)