“Why are your eyes bloodshot?”
“Tears have proven to be futile in my pursuit of happiness. I’ve slept in them, even drowned in them, so now I guess I’ll cry blood, maybe then the world will finally decide to give me a reprieve,” I answer. I stare at the stranger who has his mouth agape, and I smile. “I fell down the stairs face flat, and I’ve not been sleeping well,” I half-lie.
“I’m sorry,” he says.I wonder why people ask questions they obviously don’t want the answers to. Why ask that friend how he or she is, when you actually don’t want to know? Why give someone an illusion that you want them to unburden on you? The world rolls on with insincere ‘I’m fine’ and ‘I’m doing well’.
I’ve learnt to keep my burdens to myself, I’ve made a good job of building an impenetrable facade, but sometimes I just want to lament to a listening ear. Sometimes I create characters and write things like this.
I’m fine and I’m doing well… Always.
© Excel Adeogun