Itjaw

I have a twin, but he’s not evil, or real, or the same age as me and he’s Irish….

Let me start again.

I was reading a book, I was on about page 30 and quite enjoying it. I had to go of and do something else though so I put the book down and while I’m doing my mind numbing menial task I’m thinking about the main character, and how as far as I can tell we are pretty much the same person (apart for some background info). Now I’m much more interested in this book, I want to find out what happens, to basically, me.

I sit down and read and as the story progresses more and more I realise something quite unnerving about the main character: I don’t like him. I really don’t…

This put me into a little spiral to be honest.

Turns out that if i met me(the character really is very very similar to me), I wouldn’t like me…

It doesn’t bother me any more but I still find it interesting…

Itjaw

P.S. I’m not going to say which book because of the very slim chance that someone else would read it… Although it was quite a good book, even though I didn’t like the main character, which is quite an achievement really…

To get from my place from the bus stop takes me about 15 minutes, depending on how athletic I’m feeling that day. I hap my mp3 player in (i want to stress that it wasn’t an i-pod because of my general dislike for them (but I’m not going to get into that)) and I was listening to some obscure whimsy (i guess that’s how I would class it(I don’t know why it matters what type of music it was just thought I’d mention…). Walking up the hill towards home I notice a kid with a back pack the size of his torso, he must have been about 3 foot tall. He wasn’t going that fast and I soon stroll pass him.

About 3 minutes have passed now and in between tracks I notice a noise of foot steps behind me. I turn around and there’s the same kid that I passed doubled over because of his backpack walking about 3 of his steps (1 of mine) away from me. I’ve had this experience with kids I know and don’t know that they have to walk faster than me and I know it makes them happy so I slow down and let the kid walk past. As soon as he passes me and I mean less than a meter ahead he slows down, back to the speed he was walking when I first over-took him. It was Friday and I hadn’t had a good week and I thought that letting the kid walk past was pretty sporting of me really, I wanted to feel a sought of nice big brotherly feeling. I didn’t want to feel it so much to add at my estimation about 15 minutes onto my journey however so I go back to my regular speed of walking and steam past the kid. This time it takes me a lot less than 3 minutes to realise that the kid has picked up speed again and is now walking by my side.

I’d just like to lay out where we are at this stage: over the past 5 minutes I have gone from ignorant to the kid’s existence to brotherly and sporting as to his desire to keep up and now I’m in my final stage, I’m pissed of. I know what you’re thinking that’s a bit extreme, little kid ect. At this stage I realised that myself and thought “Now now, he is only a little kid.” This thought however was only temporary.

I widen my stride to a ridiculous length and make my legs walk faster than they normally like to. (A little side note: I have just realised that a lot of my little stories involve me walking very quickly and that is a genuine coincidence… I don’t know what else it would be really… Just to say that I don’t have a really bad imagination these things do actually happen to me…) So now I’m going pretty darn fast, I’m treading that fine line of walking as fast as possible but not going so fast as to look ridiculous or break into a jog. The kid on the other hand has given up all pretense (If he knew what it meant he would have said that he gave it up anyway…), he is now jogging to keep up.

At this point it is traditional for me to have a realisation and do something…

I didn’t.

However I did think to myself “That’ll teach him.”

Itjaw