Brian Blur needed to be convinced, yet he was refusing to agree actually for no reason. Talking nonsense with his irritably high decibel and showing off his newly learned body language. Everyone was shocked that this 17 year old cannot realize how annoying and eerie he looked.
“ Why would I be a part of the crowd, an average person with learned conversation skills. A forced smiling face shouldn’t be what I need to convince them. At least %70 in this room obviously have no idea what I’m talking about but just didn’t like me because of my anger towards them. Probably %5 knows what I’m trying to do right here but realized that my way of saying is just not right. The rest %25 just wants to ground me for my possibly forced creativity that they lack and doesn’t want to lose their credit in front of the %70 for including a sparkle of my idea in what they have already constructed. As a conclusion I will not achieve anything by talking to the people who are waiting enthusiastically for their time to talk, continuously seeking the best time for interruption.”
After having said what he could’ve said with a better way Brian waited for full 30 seconds to let his idea sink in. Actually what he used his patience for was the formation of a prejudice in everyone else’s mind.
“On the contrary I don’t have the slightest bit care what they are thinking right now. None of my dreams came true so who am I to think the rest of them will. I am an average person whose purpose is to be a part of the cheering crowd. My only say in big businesses comes from clapping and cheering and voting of course. I am the “Zombie” from the song trying to make “The Show Go On”. Nothing bad could happen to me right now because I’ve suffered them all in my nightmares, nothing good can happen too just because having witnessed the similar joy in my dreams.”
He was indifferent to everyone around him. He just didn’t care anything at all. What people have is only pity for him. What exactly is he really living for was the only question the people haven’t yet provided answer for.
“Nothing will change if I sleep, escape or eat. Let’s be realistic: None of my dreams will come true. I have no idea of my outer appearance because I only see me approximately for 45 days per year and that includes only the times I look in the mirror. I can only imagine what I look like during this argument and wearing these distinctive looking shoes. “
He is just a simple unnecessary person not having read Shakespeare carefully, no interest whatsoever in poetry.
“Why don’t I be superficial from now on? Who has achieved any depth by showing off fake depth and creativity? I hate people who struggle to look deep by various different ways. I have no interest in thus any emotions towards anything at all that is not related to my aims. Having destroyed my aims completely I began indifferent to the crowd’s average needs.”
That creepy guy Brian Blur walked past me on the street, both crying and giggling at the same time. I rushed to the other sidewalk the minute I saw such face. I see him the potential to be a millionaire by acting in the Hollywood Horror movies.
“To be constructive or destructive or be a waste of life, that’s the whole point.”
Brian spat on the road. An old lady cursed him. Tomorrow would be completely different or not. He didn’t care. He was just an addition to the population after all.
