Post by ode on May 1, 2010 20:16:11 GMT -5
((Oliver and Kiezzer only!))
Oliver Bligh liked to think that were he an important man, he’d also be a busy man and his lack of things to do at this present time told him exactly how important he was. Which was not at all. A perfectly acceptable status, he reminded himself as he sat himself down upon the empty park bench, his eyes wandering to the busy people that rushed by chatting on their cell phones or texting and emailing on their iPhones. They had places to go, people to see and general lives to lead. Busy lives, important lives. Why, he bet some of them even had families to go home to, husbands and wives, boyfriends and girl friends.
Well, he had a family. A family a good drive away but no boyfriend and no girlfriend either for that matter. Not that he had interest in the latter. No, a chance kiss had killed women for him and had him merely taking in males when he occasionally took note of another human being. Not that he’d ever acted upon his interest with these noticeable. No, he wasn’t the type to go speak to another individual per say, stare at them, sure, eye them from a far, certainly. But meeting people required a skill he did not have and actually speaking to them was disastrous. He didn’t know what to say to his boss when he asked how the Hammerstein case was going, how was he supposed to say anything to a potential friend?
No, it was easier to sit on the park bench, alone. Staring at people and snapping off pictures here and there at people or objects in general that interested him. After all, it was what he was good at. And this way, he didn’t have to wonder what people meant when they used certain slang or said something that simply made no sense. He could just live through seeing others and focus on nothing but himself and his work.
Oliver Bligh liked to think that were he an important man, he’d also be a busy man and his lack of things to do at this present time told him exactly how important he was. Which was not at all. A perfectly acceptable status, he reminded himself as he sat himself down upon the empty park bench, his eyes wandering to the busy people that rushed by chatting on their cell phones or texting and emailing on their iPhones. They had places to go, people to see and general lives to lead. Busy lives, important lives. Why, he bet some of them even had families to go home to, husbands and wives, boyfriends and girl friends.
Well, he had a family. A family a good drive away but no boyfriend and no girlfriend either for that matter. Not that he had interest in the latter. No, a chance kiss had killed women for him and had him merely taking in males when he occasionally took note of another human being. Not that he’d ever acted upon his interest with these noticeable. No, he wasn’t the type to go speak to another individual per say, stare at them, sure, eye them from a far, certainly. But meeting people required a skill he did not have and actually speaking to them was disastrous. He didn’t know what to say to his boss when he asked how the Hammerstein case was going, how was he supposed to say anything to a potential friend?
No, it was easier to sit on the park bench, alone. Staring at people and snapping off pictures here and there at people or objects in general that interested him. After all, it was what he was good at. And this way, he didn’t have to wonder what people meant when they used certain slang or said something that simply made no sense. He could just live through seeing others and focus on nothing but himself and his work.
