Life

Life is really rough right now… and no one understands.

Me?

It would nice if someone would ask me how I was doing…

Awe crap

Guess who just walked down the aisle of my train car? That’s right, the doctor. Well, I don’t think he noticed me and he seemed like he was in a hurry. We’ll see how this unfolds. . .

So far so good (and Happy New Year)

I’ve been desperately trying to avoid the doctor and so far I’ve been successful. Taking different trains is a pain but fortunately it’s not been in vain. I’m still a little spooked by the last meeting but I’m trying to think about it too much.

Anyway… happy new year! This last year hasn’t been without trouble, but it’s better than 2008. Hopefully 2010 will be the year when things turn around for the first other.

Doctor Doctor

I happen to see the aforementioned doctor in the morning and boy oh boy was he acting strange. So strange in fact, that I tried to avoid him at all costs. By all costs I mean I knocked over a few people trying to get away from him. Well, that was in vain because the second I got out of the train station I was delayed by a bum asking me for train fare. In that delay, the doc caught up with me and wanted to ask my opinion on something.

To make a long story short, he wanted to know if his tie matched his jacket. I thought “WTF is going on here?”. I gladly told him he looked fine, and and shook my hand in gratitude. What happened next is what has got me all freaked out. While walking away, I noticed him remove a little piece of what appeared to be plastic or something like that and put it in a little bottle that he then placed in a ziplock.

I swear, I am never going to get to lead a normal life.

I just realized a tag is untrue

I may have posted in the past about how work sucks and I hate my job. That couldn’t be further from the truth today. I absolutely love my job, my boss and my employer.

Just thought I’d let everyone know. Holy monkey butt batman, my contacts are killing me all of a sudden. With that said, I’m signing off. Stay tuned for another episode sometime soon. Same bat-time, same bat-channel.

Ok ok, one more thing, seriously. When I was a kid, I LOVED the old batman tv show. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, follow that link. I loved it so much, my mom made me a batman cape (it said batman and had the bat logo). I wore it whenever the show was on. I was batman and it was fun. I wonder where that cape went…

Nevermind

Kurt Cobain once said “I’m worst at what I do best and for this gift I feel blessed”.

That really has nothing to do with the majority of what’s on my mind. The train was so empty today, and the few people that were aboard looked so depressed. Some old grumpy guy looked like he needed a smile, so being the usually happy person I am I generously obliged to his unspoken request. Apparently I was wrong. God forbid I smile at a complete stranger, oh no! The old dude just sneered at me. Maybe I should of just given the old geezer a hug.

Haven’t seen that doctor since the other day; I wonder what he’s up to…

And it continues…

…it never ends. In this mix-up of a shell, trying to live a life that was once owned by someone else I struggle. Sometimes I feel like I’m so alone, that there’s no one out there to relate to. I have so little in common with most of the people I know, I have no idea how I manage to maintain any relationships whatsoever.

Thankful for

I’m thankful for my life. This life that was given to me out of luck… maybe it was destiny.

I have spoken to many who claim to be an other, yet their claims are proven false. I met a doctor the other day who said that he had been doing research on human cloning and was getting close to a breakthrough. He had no idea who I was (I think). I met him on the train; he was using his laptop and typing up what appeared to be a proposal for funding regarding cloning, so naturally I had to ask him about it. How surprised he would of been had I told him I was his “missing link”. He’s on the train today and I noticed, more than once, he was looking at me in a skeptical kind of way.

Does he know? How could he know? Was he really who he said he was?

x marks the spot

When I discovered who I was, what I was, I felt like I had a big X on my forehead. Everyone knew I wasn’t real. I was real until the point of my discovery.

I’m just like you, I just came into the world differently.

What I’ve gone through, the humiliation, the confines of rooms so that I wouldn’t share my story has been heart wrenching. I have tried and tried and hide, and I’m getting tired again. I thought I saw someone following me and this time, I just don’t care. I’m gonna tell of my story, of my original, of how the first other came to be.