It was a novel feeling... being dispensable. The novelty soon wore off and the anger, hurt and most significant of all... the confusion set in. The anger and hurt were easy enough to deal with, they weren't new emotions and they rarely had the opportunity to fester into anything deeper and more influential.
The confusion however... that one rubbed the wrong way.
Confusion has the tendency to carry on and creep up on a person during the most inopportune moments. Particularly disruptive was when the confusion peeked through during a social gathering. It was harder to mimic socially acceptable behaviour when one was riddled with the overwhelming feeling of being completely and utterly... lost.
Like a length of ribbon thrown in the wind, or a child's paper boat floating down the rocky and sometimes tumultuous current of a drain.
Caught staring at nothing, the confused member of the pack slapped on a nonchalant grin and reverted to the loud and sometimes obnoxious behaviour that the group had grown accustomed to. Best to spare others the same desolation and pretend.
The paper boat got caught on a rock and slowly sank to the bottom of the drain as the water seeped through the material.
Pretending made it seem as if being a disintegrating piece of a once majestic tree meant nothing more than just... that.
The confusion however... that one rubbed the wrong way.
Confusion has the tendency to carry on and creep up on a person during the most inopportune moments. Particularly disruptive was when the confusion peeked through during a social gathering. It was harder to mimic socially acceptable behaviour when one was riddled with the overwhelming feeling of being completely and utterly... lost.
Like a length of ribbon thrown in the wind, or a child's paper boat floating down the rocky and sometimes tumultuous current of a drain.
Caught staring at nothing, the confused member of the pack slapped on a nonchalant grin and reverted to the loud and sometimes obnoxious behaviour that the group had grown accustomed to. Best to spare others the same desolation and pretend.
The paper boat got caught on a rock and slowly sank to the bottom of the drain as the water seeped through the material.
Pretending made it seem as if being a disintegrating piece of a once majestic tree meant nothing more than just... that.
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