Darkthorn’s Blog

Her voice somehow managed to drone, whilst undulating in pitch most inappropriatly. It grated on mty nerves, even though I had travelled with her many times before. I couldn’t concentrate on my reading with her mumbling to herself and whoever was unlucky enough to sit next to her.

The rage and frustration built up inside my head. Why couldn’t she just shut up? The rest of us knew how to sit quietly on public transport. At the same time, it was unreasonable to expect her to be like the rest of us. She was obviously brain damaged. Often she talked abotu her work in a factory. Today it was putting Body Shop products in a gift bag. Regular people wouldn’t allow themselves to be degraded like that.

Or perhaps they would. I had worked at Coles over summer, boring, repeditive work. Anything to avoid thinking. Packaging useless products all day couldn’t be too bad, at least they got to talk to each other. If she was with others of her own kind, the result would be a cacophous racket, all of them speaking at once. I pictureed this for a moment, smiling wryly to myself. At least they would be happy, each in their own little works, entertaining themselves harmlessly. If only I was as simple to distract.