To Distraction
This perhaps Minako and that turd Ace? I thought it sounds a bit like them..
It could commonly be said that she was easily distracted. Her thoughts just ran that way. It wasn’t that she inconsiderate, flighty, or self-centered. It was because she cared too much. She had too many thoughts running around in that head of hers. She had words overflowing and tumbling after each other. She was always breathless and in want of sharing her views. But there was so much that choosing what to share took up most of the time. She dearly loved to laugh and sometimes when she was caught up the dance that is life, she would choke on her own saliva. Not from chagrin or offense, of course - but the viable bubbling joy that wanted to be let out. It still sounded gross.
She would be so embarrassed whenever that happened. Some people would endearingly snort while she would be on the border of a horrifically pathetic death. The headlines would be an uproar of snickers. Death from own spit is significantly more pathetic than the rumor about Mama Cass choking on a ham sandwich. How appalling.
Sometimes she would interrupt people. Okay, maybe it was a lot of times, really. But it wasn’t because she didn’t care what they thought. It was just because her thoughts like to run away. They did the things that she physically couldn’t. In actuality, she listened to people’s woes more often than not. She kind of liked juggling it all. She was good at it and it made her feel somewhat important. And well, the cutting people off thing was just her knowing what the other person was going to say and responding earlier so the person doesn’t wait their breath. It was the opposite of déjà-vu. No offense intended at all.
She always felt guilty about it afterwards though. She wanted to be loved and she often worried if people saw her as rude or flighty. It was quite the opposite, really. She was consistently like this. How does being consistent make her flighty? She loved so many things in life at the same time that the flurry of thoughts just seemed to plague her. The truth was she just couldn’t find the balance of all her love. She was simply distracted by her adoration of other things.
He, on the other hand, was none of these things. She hated how he could cause that sort of flightiness from her even he wasn’t there. She would be sitting in lecture and her mood would suddenly jump from boredom to elation to unbecoming bitterness. How did that even work?
He was inconsiderate, flighty, and self-centered. He kept her from distraction while being the reason for distraction. The dichotomy confused her to no end. But that was her curse, wasn’t it? Being surrounded by love, knowing love, but never being able to touch it.
She accepted it, however, and only hoped that one day he would answer that unspoken question for her. That is, if he ever was sensible enough to know what distraction truly meant.
It could commonly be said that she was easily distracted. Her thoughts just ran that way. It wasn’t that she inconsiderate, flighty, or self-centered. It was because she cared too much. She had too many thoughts running around in that head of hers. She had words overflowing and tumbling after each other. She was always breathless and in want of sharing her views. But there was so much that choosing what to share took up most of the time. She dearly loved to laugh and sometimes when she was caught up the dance that is life, she would choke on her own saliva. Not from chagrin or offense, of course - but the viable bubbling joy that wanted to be let out. It still sounded gross.
She would be so embarrassed whenever that happened. Some people would endearingly snort while she would be on the border of a horrifically pathetic death. The headlines would be an uproar of snickers. Death from own spit is significantly more pathetic than the rumor about Mama Cass choking on a ham sandwich. How appalling.
Sometimes she would interrupt people. Okay, maybe it was a lot of times, really. But it wasn’t because she didn’t care what they thought. It was just because her thoughts like to run away. They did the things that she physically couldn’t. In actuality, she listened to people’s woes more often than not. She kind of liked juggling it all. She was good at it and it made her feel somewhat important. And well, the cutting people off thing was just her knowing what the other person was going to say and responding earlier so the person doesn’t wait their breath. It was the opposite of déjà-vu. No offense intended at all.
She always felt guilty about it afterwards though. She wanted to be loved and she often worried if people saw her as rude or flighty. It was quite the opposite, really. She was consistently like this. How does being consistent make her flighty? She loved so many things in life at the same time that the flurry of thoughts just seemed to plague her. The truth was she just couldn’t find the balance of all her love. She was simply distracted by her adoration of other things.
He, on the other hand, was none of these things. She hated how he could cause that sort of flightiness from her even he wasn’t there. She would be sitting in lecture and her mood would suddenly jump from boredom to elation to unbecoming bitterness. How did that even work?
He was inconsiderate, flighty, and self-centered. He kept her from distraction while being the reason for distraction. The dichotomy confused her to no end. But that was her curse, wasn’t it? Being surrounded by love, knowing love, but never being able to touch it.
She accepted it, however, and only hoped that one day he would answer that unspoken question for her. That is, if he ever was sensible enough to know what distraction truly meant.