Tankie, if you're planning on reading this, don't. Please. It would benefit both of us. : )
Disclaimer: What do you think? No, I am neither Chuck Palahniuk nor David Fincher.
Beansprouts and Earblood.
He walks in with a breeze.
Not a care in the world, right? Not on the surface. Life passes over Tyler like a fluffy cloud. But then life was nothing.
Life meant nothing, life was just an illusion.
My life. Dreams were reality. Whatever. Hey, who even notices their life anymore? Mine went by, passing barely through each moment in a zombie-induced state, eyes glazed over, mind somewhere else. In my nice, little zen cave. The departure of my brain in the part of my life relevent to most people's was evident. My mind was definately in a state of abstraction from work anyway, even if maybe only Tyler and I were enlightened in a way no one else was, and the scars on my face were there to prove it.
So anyway, he walks in, in his usual arrogant swagger into the kitchen, not for once, barely clothed in his bathrobe but dressed for work, well, one of the places he worked, not that it mattered. I am there, as usual, before him. Whether I was waiting for him or his approval, I don't fucking know.
I straighten his tie and for a surreal moment it feels like we are a married couple. We might as well be. We're practically the same person now. Except we're completely abstractly and opposingly different. Ha. Goodbye Dear, have a nice time at work... yeah, right.
As if he can read my thoughts, he takes one last glance at me before walking out of the back door, a knowing smirk on his face. He does know what I'm thinking, damn him.
I bet he think it's funny, too. I manage a weak smile to myself. This was the most I could do on the best of days. But today was a good day, like every other day, and my face was a living, breathing billboard. An advertisement for everything that was gonna piss off those inverse conformist normals and put them right off their lunch. Be completely ZEN in everyone's face. I tongued the sore gap in my teeth and pressed on the bulging, purple bag under my eye with my thumb, just to check it was still there, before heading off to work.