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They were walking through a park, and he was humming lightly. She smiled and said, "You're even more tuneless than a mosquito. Buzz buzz buzz, that's what you're doing." He looked up and smiled, and said, "Yeah, probably. Listen, I'm sorry for dumping my troubles on you, I just didn't know who else to talk to."
She said nothing, just smiled. Then she said, "You should talk to her. Tell her all you told me now, trust me on this. He said, "I know, it's just, well, there's an element of farce to everything. And I can't resist it. You know that. But, when I tell a joke, it is covering something that hurts a lot you know."
"Guys!" she snorted, then said, "You know, you're going to have to learn to express yourself. You've got to put yourselves out in the open!" He laughed, then said, "No, see, I think it's a little simpler. It's just that women are mean. Mean mean mean!"
"Guys are stupid."
"Mean mean mean."
"See, stupid. And childish," she laughed. He smiled too, but didn't say much else.
They walked through the park, and reached the entry. "Now cheer up," she said, "things have a way of working out."
He started to say something then noticed A, a colleague of theirs. Smiling, he called out, "Wassup my brother!" clasping hands as if they had met after a few years, and not just the previous day. They bantered on, and he made a lot of jokes, laughing loudly at most of them. Then A left, and they were alone again.
"Why did you do all that? Why do you always play the clown?" she asked.
"I don't have a choice. It's the persona I chose, and I have to live up to it for all these people."
"They're not your friends. They don't care about your problems. They won't sit and listen to you. So why should you care about making them smile?"
"You wouldn't understand," he said, with a sad smile, then said, "I've gotta go, but thanks, for listening to me." |
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