August 7, 2015
His days are made up of familiar non-events. He has reached the point of not caring even if someone spills scalding coffee on his shirt on his way to work, because see, it's happened thrice this week so far. Who gives a motherfuck, he'd ask himself, certainly not me! It's just a shirt. Maybe next week I'd graduate to mustard and what would change, really, if I get mad at whoever dirties my shirt in the morning? He uses this as an exercise for tolerance, how far could he go with forgiveness even if no one asks for it?