Isn't this...
...Exactly where you'd like me?
There is someone I work with who, I feel, and have felt since the day I saw him, that he had importance to him. It wasn't swag. It was just this sensation that I would feel.
The past few drills he wasn't there. I sort of missed seeing him. Perhaps I had certainly envious of his wit, knowledge, and the balance he seemed to have. The kid is like nineteen or twenty. I'm twenty-one. He's done more in his life than I have. Can't I be just a little jealous?
Anyways, as I had said, he didn't show up to the once-a-month. Then out of no where, he's back. We had scarcely talked before. My whole unit had gotten into a debate about computers, cell phones, carrier towers, blah blah blah. I couldn't keep up. So I stayed out of that conversation.
When he returned from his break, those in my unit that basically musk testosterone were around him and I hadn't wanted to listen to their jokes and so-called humor. They annoy me sometimes. We looked squarely at each other and it were as if there were a silent exchange of code. To put it more interesting, as if we had known each other's story before. Cylons! Hahaha.
Being the lowest ranks, we had an opportunity to talk more privately. As I walked up to him, I blurted, "Are you ready to be revolutionary?" The universe has a way of acknowledging my presence or planning by constantly creating some sort of interruption--people kept walking right between us. RUDE AS HELL!
We talked randomly.
He's quite the intelligent fellow.
