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pyschosubmission -> RE: I Admit It I........ (8/24/2012 3:01:30 PM)
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I admit I've just remembered something of no importance, but it's a story and I'd like to share it with you.
Years ago, when I was but a child, I was at the cinema with a few of my friends. Now I can't remember what we were watching or who I was with, what I can remember though is a man that sat three seats to my right and two rows in front. I can remember him perfectly, from the lined polo shirt he wore over his overweight frame, to the bushy moustache that creeped past the corners of his mouth. I remember that he had the large coke, but the extra large salted popcorn.
I remember all that so clearly for one reason.
We were already sitting in our seats, laughing away and making the childish jokes that seem clever as a teenager, when I noticed him awkwardly walk up the stairs towards us. I glanced around, more to check my surroundings as the paranoid fool I was back then, but glancing I caught his eye as he looked around the cinema as well. It was only for a second but in that second I saw into him. I saw such crushing loneliness as he took his solitary seat. I saw hopelessness. I saw despair.
And I fell silent.
For the duration of that whole film, I was overwhelmed. I wept. Silently and cascadingly.
Remembering this now I'm struggling not to again.
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