20.2.09

My Inner Monologue Probably Takes Special Ed

The optician is doing that eyeball to eyeball move
they do as part of the exam.
This is maybe the only time that anyone normally
stands quite that close
unless they’re moving in to kiss you
(or just basically unnerving.)

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HE’S GOING TO KISS YOU!
Laughs my inner monologue
WELL NO HE’S NOT GOING TO KISS YOU
reasons my anti-surreality.
Oh fuck I want to laugh
Mustn’t laugh, mustn’t laugh, you’re not SIX YEARS OLD.



HE COULD KISS YOU !!!!
My mouth quirks into remedial laughter.

The optician is a little guy with glasses on.

Muttering sheepish ‘sorries’ to Mr. Eye Exam
I giggle like he’s eye-tickling me.
He grins and he laughs too.


Ten minutes later he’s looking
just a little bit impatient.


Moron.

3 comments:

xtx said...

totally relating right now...

An Unreliable Witness said...

It's probably a sign of my different take on human nature that if many people - not all, but many - get that close to me, I think they are about to rip my head from my neck. With their teeth.

I should get out more. Or, you know, just get some average social skills.

Ani Smith said...

Is that you? Are you my conscience?