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Current Date: July 5, 2023
Character: Maximillian Fitzroy
Race: Human
Age: 37
Current residence: New York City Ruins, New York
I wonder if it’s because I don’t have a sense of age that I can’t really tell how old, or not, these kids are. I tell myself they’re kids but they’re possibly teenagers at this point. The telling sign would be to know whether or not they were possibly newborns, or just a year or so old when the snow started but that doesn’t mean anything to me, does it? It doesn’t.
At what age do kids start to flirt with others? At what age are they old enough to know about these things? I can’t even base myself on my own experience since I never had that in my life. All there’s been to my days was music, more music, some more music and then, when I was winding down and relaxing, more music.
I don’t even know why I feel as though I should concern myself with these kids who might be teenagers and thus old enough for whatever it is they’re doing. It’s none of my business, they’re not part of my life, they’re probably being cute and all and life has changed and just, I’m confused, all right? That’s all there is to it.
Seeing kids—to me—asking other kids about learning about all of the witty one-liners they know is just baffling and while I’ve only really heard it happening once, it was enough since I was in range and, again, to me, it seemed as though the kids that were part of this conversation seemed really young to me.
Maybe I have it all wrong. Maybe it’s not even about impressing other parties with witty one-liners, or at least impressing others that they might be interested in ways that are emotion-based. I don’t exactly have great social skills; my delightful partner has enough of that for both of us and I’m stunted, I’m fine with being stunted and nothing will change that particular part of me. I didn’t socialize enough as a kid and that’s all there is to it.
I mean, I guess that the thing at this point is that it’s just been on my mind when there’s no real reason for that to be. What are one-liners, really? All I know of them is what little I used to hear while playing for the orchestra. Men and women using these to pick up people but for all I know, they could be something else entirely. They could be about short jokes that are funny because they’re short, would I be wrong?
If it’s the latter that the kid was interested in, then I shouldn’t even be bothered by all of this, should I? I think this is one of the reasons why I don’t spend a whole lot of time on my own, but around others. I need Jarod in my life. He makes sense of the things I can’t make any sense of and I’m sure if I were to stop thinking about this for five minutes and file it away until he got back, I could ask him about it.
But no. My brain likes to hash things out until it makes sense of whatever it is it has latched on and I’m going to be no different than a bovine ruminating until I can understand whatever there is to understand about it. This is the one part of things that I often get frustrated about and if I’d been just a bare few steps further away, I wouldn’t have heard them and I wouldn’t be in this situation.
Some might think this is funny for some reason, the fact that I’m dissecting the very short interaction down so much but it’s not. It’s a frustrating issue if there’s ever been one and I do wish my brain wasn’t like that. There’s not much I can do about it, and I’ve tried it all. At this point, I’ve gotten so distracted from what I’d been doing—weeding our little garden because I have no green thumb, but I still try—that I haven’t gotten anywhere with that. There’s all of a handful of weeds pulled and I can see that the rest of the garden has plenty for me to take care of but I’m not doing that.
I’m not doing that because I’m stuck in a loop of trying to understand what these kids were talking about, which I can’t because I don’t have the details, and to have more details—or understand the situation better for the words that I’m uncertain about, I have to wait until Jarod gets back from the market because we needed some extra vegetables on our table for tonight.
He’ll be back, I know he will, but for the time being, my mind will remain in its loop, and I just have to deal with it.