story of a man consumed with the fear that he was wasting time (626 hits)
Category: Quotes & StoriesRating: -0.67 on 8 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by minustwodie (View user info) at 2005-03-23 17:46:06 EST
This is the story of a man who was consumed with the fear that he was wasting everyone's time. Which is sad because he was in fact a prodigious waster of time. Of someone else's time, that is. Anyone else's time, actually. This was because he himself had no need for time. He had nothing to accomplish and so never ran out of time to do nothing in. He was one of those lucky people who had no calling in life and no purpose because of the circumstance. His life was a jumbled up wreck because of it.
He had a plump wife and a skinny kid that bit its nails all the time. He was partially bald and his face continued past his chin into another chin that seemed out place above his skinny frame on his spare face. There was nothing remarkable about him another than you could look past him anytime and see him all the time. He was the person in front of you at the DMV. In fact, he reckoned, it seemed he made more than his fair share of trips to the DMV. His life was like that.
The change came, and there always is a change, when he decided not to waste anymore time. He decided to get out from in front of the crowd and to wind up in back of it, pushing the crowd forward, standing impatiently and subtly directing its movement as does the electric probe send the amoeba slurping along in front of the shock from behind.
He decided to find himself. Which is sad because he was where he had always been, which was holding everyone else up, and sadder still because he intended to find a direction for himself. There wasn't one.
That he could find, anyway. His direction was directly to the bottleneck where he could clog something up. He should have been content to be pushed and shoved and to have his way decided for him.
He wasn't. He sought a path for himself and a loose from the plump manacles of his home. He peered backward into the crowd for a corridor a skinny frame could slip through. He wanted to be back there in that line with you.
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Submitted by urbaneruralite (user info) at 2005-04-01 14:19:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Grammar smammar.
Style smyle!
(Spelling smelling?)
I couldn't think of anything to go with 'anal welp'.
Submitted by Kent_Weirdo (user info) at 2005-03-29 23:06:31 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
This wasn't very good.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2005-03-26 06:00:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
V.good.
Submitted by Smoothe (user info) at 2005-03-24 08:57:10 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
Um...and this is going where? You have to have some kind of story if yur gunna writ un story.
Submitted by the_lone_stranger (user info) at 2005-03-23 20:14:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
it entered through my eyes and rattled around inside me for a while
now I have to poop
Submitted by Degreeless_Capibara (user info) at 2005-03-23 19:56:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
omg u r teh suck kthxbi
Submitted by Howie_Felter (user info) at 2005-03-23 19:36:21 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
I've got one word for you: GRAMMAR!! Learn it before posting again, please.
Submitted by MJP (user info) at 2005-03-23 17:47:55 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
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