Click, click. Tap, tap. My hands moved in rapid succession; the mouse pointer lost in a blur of movement, the sound of my fingers punching the keyboard the only music filling my ears. Most of the time, you’ll see me wearing earphones, my head nodding in time to the beat. Sometimes I’ll pick up the unused chopsticks I keep near my desk, and then pretend I’m a famous drummer from a famous band. Actually, it’s more like I pretend I know how to play. There’s a certain relaxing feel to it, getting lost in a sea of music. And at the very least, it keeps me from hearing the same annoying chatter I’ve come to despise.
It’s the same old story, with a few changes to the cast that play in it. It’s all about a girl, and the jerk that hangs around her. If this was a fairy tale, she’d be the beauty, and he’d be the.. pest. I’d probably be the minstrel, waiting for a chance to hit the fiendish character with my guitar. Oh wait. I don’t think there’s any chance I’d actually do that to my guitar. Oh well. I could always throw him down a cliff or a mine shaft. Hah, the irony.
Guy comes on to Girl, armed with a wit and charisma that rivals that of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Of course, there wasn’t anything new with this scenario. It seems to me that if the wolf had his way, he’d be hitting on every sheep in the meadow. There were days when that was the case, unfortunately.
What was it about this fellow that irked me? Was it his serpentine way of talking? Was it the way he seemed to hover around women like a vulture preying on grazing wildebeest? Or was it because he seemed to take lightly the things I took seriously? Well, perhaps it was all three.
The bewildering part though was that girls seemed to.. respond to his wily ways. Or they could just be tolerating him; I could still go for naive optimism at this point. Hah. Whatever it was, he seemed to have more luck talking with women compared to me. My conversations with the opposite sex have almost always been in an advisory capacity. Not that I have any complaints; however it puzzled me to no end how this guy could carry a playful conversation with the greatest of ease. You’d think he was that daring young man on the flying trapeze. And yeah, that guy was a jerk too, according to that spinach-eating sailor man.
In the movie The Perks Of Being A Wallflower, it tells us that “We accept the love we think we deserve.” Well, I don’t know if there’s more to the flirting and to the supposedly witty exchange of words that I can see from the corner of my eye. All I know is that she deserves more than what is being thrown at her. She deserves a man who will treat her with respect. Because she is a woman worth fighting for; not just one of the many women he deems worth flirting for.
I put down the chopsticks, and turn back to the task at hand.
How many times did she fall for his line?
Should I tell her or should I keep cool
And if I tried I know she’ll say I lied
Mind your business; don’t hurt her, you fool
-The Tremeloes, “Silence Is Golden”