7 State of mind II

I pedalled for what seemed like an eternity. Wandering around, hoping to never to be found. Lost in thought. Away from all distraction. I was convinced to start a life of a vagabond. No attach...moving place to place with no home. As far as I was concerned I ticked majority of the boxes. I glanced at my wheelchair, and questioned it.

"What if...I wasn't disabled and didn't rely on you," I asked "What if i could run, walk, leap, jump...all those physical actions? What if I wasn't different? But, difference is good! Yeah right! Being different is a tragedy. People are unwilling to look passed difference. We live in a society riddled by insecurity caused by a lack of acceptance. To people I will always be the cripple."

For some reason I felt the need to vent. Perhaps, it was the marijuana? That would not be a viable excuse if someone were to walk in on me right now...talking....to a wheelchair. I reached psycho levels that should not be possible. I actually was more focused on whether someone heard me than the pain of being on a wheelchair. Funny how quick thoughts change. I was not lucky. In the distance I heard a feminine laugh. I did not recognise it. The voice commented on what I intended to be a monologue.

"Man...you must be totally wasted to be talking to a wheelchair" it remarked. I did not reply out of pure same. It continued "Well were all lonely inside. What to talk to somebody?"

"That would be nice" I responded politely

"Hmmm...my name's Operia and I'm having arguable the worse night ever"

"I doubt your worse nights worse than my average"

"My nights a cluster fuck"

"My days are cluster fucks...nights worse. Like the product of if Slender-man and Freddie Kruger had a baby and the baby had sex with Jason from Friday the thirtieth and that baby decided to fuck my nights up"

"That was really descriptive"

"I thought you wanted to talk"

"Fair enough...but you still haven't introduced yourself"

"Walter"

"Agh...thats a pretty basic name...easy to remember"

"Thanks...I guess"

"Yep"

We stayed stationed for majority of the rest of the night. Our conversations continued in a similar manner. We talked about nothing and everything. We talked until the party pretty much ended. I went my way and she went hers. Now that I think of it, I never knew asked why her night was horrible. Wasted opportunity...I guess.