It's his demeanor. The awkward walk and inadequate social skills. It's that gross thing growing out of his forehead. I think August made it worse. All the humidity and sticky air swirling about.
He's probably a robot, needing to be plugged into a wall socket each night to recharge.*Now downloading human emotion*
I watch this Roboman some days with utter passive aggression. My snippy replies overlayed with a sunny smile confuse him. *Cannot process sarcasm*As I walked into the building today, he was charging out. All business and practical shoes. I swerved to avoid eye contact.
"Look, something shiny on the ground!"
And yet, I feel for him somehow. He was the kid eating by himself at the lunch table. All knees and elbows and the wrong lunch box.
And no matter how I tell him he doesn't understand, doesn't comprehend "Leave me alone". And I mean it. I really, really, cross my heart mean it.
I compare him to the guy who just doesn't take no for an answer. "Even if you were the last guy on Earth and we had to get together to save the planet. NO."
"But what if..."
"NO. Never gonna happen. Seriously. I'd rather walk across hot coals covered in melting glass."
"Well I'll call you later."
"UGH!!!!!!"
And so, another day. Another test. He requires extra patience. And a pitcher of margaritas.
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