WillHyde
01-13-2012, 10:42 PM
The things that go unnoticed.
My name is Michael Troy.
I use my brain.
It is not that you and others don't, I just don't use mine stupidly.
I call everyone stupid people, as the way I now see the world, I realise you are all oblivious to the things which stand out in life, for example.
You probably left the house this morning, in a certain routine you do every weekday; whether it be going off to work, school or popping off to the shop to get one of those ridiculously sized 1 pint bottles of milk.
Yet, you didn’t notice or pay attention to your surroundings, can you remember if it were overcast or not? You didn’t notice the freshly painted graffiti on the brick wall on your journey, in my case a pair of eyes and the letters MT. What about the wind brushing through the trees or what cars were parked along side yours. Nobody notices these things, its not your fault, you probably had about 6 hours sleep, downing a coffee before leaving.
Or were heavily distracted by the ominous vibration of your blackberry.
I say ominous as they always lead to drama, always.
Back to the point, I am different.
I do notice these things, I can recall that this morning it was an overcast day, grey clouds loomed the sky with patches of frost on cars and grass.
No wind, strange.
On my way to the bus stop, I passed a woman whom I pass everyday, I mean, EVERYday.
I could describe her to you now, I would say 5,5” in height, usually wearing a musky brown coat with blue jeans. ALWAYS wearing flip flops, that annoying sound as I pass her, click clack click clack of her shoes. She has brown hair, in a ponytail, barley washed.
No makeup.
Doesn’t drive.
AND BUYS THOSE SMALL BOTTLES OF MILK.
I don’t mean to come across as angry, I just need to get the picture across.
Another person I see on my trek everyday is a man whom stands on the porch way of his house, smoking. No matter the weather, temperature of humidity, he is there 8am sharp.
I don’t know why I choose to notice these things, I just get bored I suppose.
I have a certain rule, if you would call it that, maybe a question.
You would of all thought of it before, and you would of all tried to spot it until you disregard it and continue eating your sandwich or drinking your diet coke.
Sometimes this query gets you jumpy, makes you a bit scared even. Do you know what I mean?
No, of course you don’t.
This thing even makes you run in fear, not always but sometimes.
But it’s there, nattering away in your sub conscious.
Well I can tell you this, I can tell you the answer.
The answer is yes, you are.
No matter where you are located outside, possibly inside, the answer is yes.
So, he stands outside every morning with his cigarette and cup of tea.
That is important. He drinks tea, I can tell as he leaves the bag still in his mug with the string swaying on the side.
Why tea? Well he doesn’t dislike coffee, but he wants the tea to wake him up in the morning as he seems to arise from his light slumber incredibly early, and judging by the eyes, he doesn’t get much sleep.
I am thinking he is living with an elderly person, probably a mother.
He looks if I do say… dirty, not very hygienic, but he does not care of his appearance, that is clear.
This clearly means he is either married and not to happy in his marriage, or he has been married and widowed or divorced and thinks he will not attempt to rekindle the love life.
He is outside smoking due to his mother inside, for her health as he wants her to stay with him for as long as possible. Probably because he fears loneliness.
Why are they called flip-flops? They do not and most defiantly do not flop, they click clack click clack.
Click Clacks, brilliant.
This is just a few reevaluations of my head and what goes on inside it.
From this I see that the answer to the question for me is yes, it is yes in a bad way.
I only realised it when I was on the bus, gazing off into the misty skies through the window.
Opposite my house is a wall, a brick wall, and those things that were on it, meant I was in danger. And I knew why.
By Will Hyde
My name is Michael Troy.
I use my brain.
It is not that you and others don't, I just don't use mine stupidly.
I call everyone stupid people, as the way I now see the world, I realise you are all oblivious to the things which stand out in life, for example.
You probably left the house this morning, in a certain routine you do every weekday; whether it be going off to work, school or popping off to the shop to get one of those ridiculously sized 1 pint bottles of milk.
Yet, you didn’t notice or pay attention to your surroundings, can you remember if it were overcast or not? You didn’t notice the freshly painted graffiti on the brick wall on your journey, in my case a pair of eyes and the letters MT. What about the wind brushing through the trees or what cars were parked along side yours. Nobody notices these things, its not your fault, you probably had about 6 hours sleep, downing a coffee before leaving.
Or were heavily distracted by the ominous vibration of your blackberry.
I say ominous as they always lead to drama, always.
Back to the point, I am different.
I do notice these things, I can recall that this morning it was an overcast day, grey clouds loomed the sky with patches of frost on cars and grass.
No wind, strange.
On my way to the bus stop, I passed a woman whom I pass everyday, I mean, EVERYday.
I could describe her to you now, I would say 5,5” in height, usually wearing a musky brown coat with blue jeans. ALWAYS wearing flip flops, that annoying sound as I pass her, click clack click clack of her shoes. She has brown hair, in a ponytail, barley washed.
No makeup.
Doesn’t drive.
AND BUYS THOSE SMALL BOTTLES OF MILK.
I don’t mean to come across as angry, I just need to get the picture across.
Another person I see on my trek everyday is a man whom stands on the porch way of his house, smoking. No matter the weather, temperature of humidity, he is there 8am sharp.
I don’t know why I choose to notice these things, I just get bored I suppose.
I have a certain rule, if you would call it that, maybe a question.
You would of all thought of it before, and you would of all tried to spot it until you disregard it and continue eating your sandwich or drinking your diet coke.
Sometimes this query gets you jumpy, makes you a bit scared even. Do you know what I mean?
No, of course you don’t.
This thing even makes you run in fear, not always but sometimes.
But it’s there, nattering away in your sub conscious.
Well I can tell you this, I can tell you the answer.
The answer is yes, you are.
No matter where you are located outside, possibly inside, the answer is yes.
So, he stands outside every morning with his cigarette and cup of tea.
That is important. He drinks tea, I can tell as he leaves the bag still in his mug with the string swaying on the side.
Why tea? Well he doesn’t dislike coffee, but he wants the tea to wake him up in the morning as he seems to arise from his light slumber incredibly early, and judging by the eyes, he doesn’t get much sleep.
I am thinking he is living with an elderly person, probably a mother.
He looks if I do say… dirty, not very hygienic, but he does not care of his appearance, that is clear.
This clearly means he is either married and not to happy in his marriage, or he has been married and widowed or divorced and thinks he will not attempt to rekindle the love life.
He is outside smoking due to his mother inside, for her health as he wants her to stay with him for as long as possible. Probably because he fears loneliness.
Why are they called flip-flops? They do not and most defiantly do not flop, they click clack click clack.
Click Clacks, brilliant.
This is just a few reevaluations of my head and what goes on inside it.
From this I see that the answer to the question for me is yes, it is yes in a bad way.
I only realised it when I was on the bus, gazing off into the misty skies through the window.
Opposite my house is a wall, a brick wall, and those things that were on it, meant I was in danger. And I knew why.
By Will Hyde