I don't know what is worse, the fact I am seemingly unconcerned that I am practically dangling off the side of a bridge, or the fact that no one else cares I am either. My empty, bored eyes stared the water below me. I completely tuned out the sound of cars flying behind me. It didn't really matter how close I was to each speeding vehicle. To be honest, I've come to hate cars. I had extended my arms as far as they would go; my hair hid my face, and eliminated my peripheral vision, causing my full attention to be directed to the gentle flowing waters before me. My pain was finally going to come to an end. My grip loosened around the rusty metal bar of the bridge, causing me to slide forward. This was all going to be over. I would finally find peace...
My alarm clock is what startled me from my sleep. Lazily, I slung my arm over and smacked the annoying the machine, silencing it. I rolled over and tried to fall back asleep, but my mind just wouldn't allow it and began to fill with all sorts of bothersome thoughts. It's why lots of people call me stupid, but I'm not really. I'm actually somewhat clever, but I'm always thinking of something stupid and irrelevant, or am lost in a daydream. I can't really help it though; it's kind of my nature.
Deciding it was my best interest; I got out of my bed and went through my morning routine to get ready. I dressed casually, but I always do, because being an artist who just sells my work on the streets, I don't really need to dress up, and even if I did, I would look pretty stupid.
I pulled my (hair color) hair onto a loose pony tail, grabbed the bag I keep my art that is ready to be sold in, and headed out the door, locking it behind me. I live in a pretty rundown apartment, so I don't think I really have to worry about anything getting stolen, but better safe than sorry. I jogged down the stairs to the ground floor, and headed out the door, skipping into the bright, busy sidewalks of my city.
As I walked to where I usually set up my little booth, I couldn't help but think how everyone around me all have different stories and are all here for different, or maybe no reason at all, and the fact that they all have different lives that I don't even affect in the slightest. It's kind of weird really. Actually that sounds like a weird intro that my friend Elisaveta would use in one of her romance stories. The girl thinks about how insignificant she is and then she meets the boy and everything changes. Pretty stupid right.
They day had passed as they normally go, with me sitting at my little booth selling only a couple pieces of my art. Nothing of real importance happened, and certainly nothing out of the ordinary. I sat and observed as I usually do. Most people find this boring, but I love to watch people. Wait, that sounded creepy. What I mean to say is that I enjoy observing people… Damn it! That was still creepy. Well whatever, I do enjoy watching people as they live out their lives. I like to sketch them and the scenes that unfold before me. I often do anyways; I just sit outside, and soak up the bright summer sun with a smile on my face as I draw.
Sometimes I wish that I could just live like this, but I know that I need something, because it seems as life continues to get more expensive here in the city. Actually a couple of days ago I did something I never thought I would. I applied for a job. It was still an artist job ( I could never bring myself to do a job where I can't create) but nonetheless, I always imagined as I child I would be able to live off of my art and I had worked really hard to ensure that I had the skill to do it. Quite honestly, the skill wasn't a problem actually, I am an amazing artist. It's just that not everyone likes what I do with my sketches and water colors, and I don't plan to change my style just to make others happy. But anyways I was talking about the job application.
A while ago, it was just a normal day, and I was just doing as I always do, listening, and observing, when I saws to teenage girls that looked very excited about something, so I decided to listen to them. They were talking about some extremely young ultra-wealthy business man, but that isn't what grabbed my attention. Apparently, they needed someone to come up with fresh unique designs for their products and do other stuff like that. Apparently this would be a very high paying job as well. So I went to the interview and was currently waiting to hear back, but it had been a month, and I hadn't heard a thing back, not even a polite rejection. It was driving me crazy.
I sighed, and went back to my sketch pad and doodled absentmindedly until someone spoke. "Hey!" I grinned and looked up to see my friend Elisaveta smiling down at me. "You're off early." I said to her, kind of surprised to see her here. She grinned. "Yeah, Roderich is leaving town for some classical music concert, so he let me get off of work early." (Elisaveta worked as a maid for the classical musician Roderich Edelstein, but was trying to become a full time writer.) She flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder. "So, I have decided to take you out to lunch," she said. I just grinned and started to clean up my stuff.
She chattered about all sorts of stuff as we walked through the busy sidewalks. It had been decided that we would go to some cute little café that Elisaveta had heard about, and I was all for it because I could check my email there. When we got there Elisaveta ran to the rest room to go wash up, do I picked us out a table on the patio in the shade, and then pulled out my laptop. I scanned through my inbox not expecting for the letter to be there, but to my surprise it was, so I immediately opened it… Well… I had finally gotten my polite rejection…