The plastic bag crinkles and Alex crunches on his snack. I asked for the candy store but now, I don’t even know if I want candy. I think I know what’s going on. You know, like I have it all figured out. And sometimes I really do for a moment, then the wrench comes outta no where. Beams right into my life, (my very alive, real life), from another dimension. This all runs through my brain in the time it takes Alex to stop chewing.
“I’m going to need you to….” He trails off mumbling into the other room. “Or no candy store.” I’m not sure what he said in between there. But the it turned me right off. He could have gotten laid but decided to mumble his expectations. I mean, if he really wanted me to do some specific task, wouldn’t he just just look me in the eye and say it clear as day? Why mumble? Why walk away? Just say what you want. Maybe it’s cuz he’s a man, or maybe it’s cuz I don’t want to be expected to do something for the candy store and so I selectively tuned out the part where he tasked me. My bare bones lay on the bed as I stare at the ceiling imagining all the things I could possibly do to earn the candy store. But the truth is, I don’t want the candy store bad enough. Moments ago, I just wanted a snack better than his. Now, I’ve thought myself out of it.