One Apple A Day #58
I should be scared. In five minutes I’ll be dead. I should really be scared, right? I mean, a normal person in a situation like this would be stunned by the panic. Or maybe screaming in despair. Not me. I can’t remember to ever been so relaxed and in peace. I’m smiling right now, even if it’s pitch black so nobody can see me.
Be sure. I’m not a guru. I’m as far as a human can be from any kind of spiritual enlightenment. I’m not a tough, military trained guy like the one in the last movie I watched. When was it? Three days ago. No, four. Yes, it was Tuesday afternoon. I wasn’t able to stay focused on my work so I watched one of those action movies that Jane hates. Here, see? I can’t even keep my mind in the moment. Believe me, my mind is screwed.
Where was I? On me dying in 5 no, 4 minutes. And smiling. Probably is my humorous side. I’ve always been fond of my sense of humour. “There’s nothing you can’t joke about“. This is what I use to say to my friends. And all of this. It’s just too absurd. I should be crying. Instead, inside of me, I’m laughing. Why? Is my brain so messed up? I don’t know. And all of this because I forgot to buy the water. Can you believe it?
Do you have 3 minutes? Because I have them. I have only 3 minutes, so it won’t take much. Let me tell you this story, just to see if I’m really crazy.
It’s 4 in the morning. The sun is still sleeping. Jane too. The whole building probably. I may well be the only stupid person awake in the whole borough. Me and the old Indian guy working at the 24/7 shop at the corner. I’m thirsty. That pizza yesterday evening dried me out. No water in the fridge. No water on the counter. No water in the closet. Damn, again. I forgot to buy the water. The only 2 people awake are going to meet this morning.