But one night,

while walking 

home, completely 

dejected after 

a pathetic 

evening of 

doing nothing 

more satisfying 

than bumping 

into teenage 

girls from behind, 

fully aware that 

nothing could 

shake off my

intense depression 

and desperation 

except for close 

contact of a

physical kind 

(but also knowing 
 
that in my state 

of depression I 

wouldn't even be

able to mumble

hello let alone 

mouth the full 

sentences needed

to bring me

closer to a 

female human being),

I looked up and saw 

a girl heading 

right toward me. 





Instead of quickly moving to one side, as most people did when they caught sight of me, she 
     walked right up, looked me deep within my furtive eyes, and asked me
     why I looked so sad.  I mumbled something about the abyss, about
     existence without essence, something utterly abject and incoherent.


        I don't know how it happened, but within less than two minutes we
     were kissing and hugging away in the middle of the sidewalk.  Two
     minutes after that I was left waving good-bye, smiling like a moron as
     she walked slowly, angelically away.  For the next half hour, I could
     only stand there, in the middle of the sidewalk, with tears and snot
     flowing gently down my face, oblivious to all the people bumping into
     me,.  And you know what?  I swear that during the whole time I held
     this woman in my arms I didn't even for a moment think of tying her
     down and introducing vegetables into her system, nor of stuffing my
     dirty big toe up her lovely behind.  For once, I almost felt
     like a normal person. 





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