\”Are you okay?\” my coworker asked.
I whipped my head around. For the last few minutes, I had been staring at the color inkjet printer in the office, watching the lights turn on and off, on and off, on and off.
The other coworkers turned to watch. One observed, \”We were just wondering why you were looking at the printer. You\’re red. Are you really okay?\”
I just nodded and smiled, \”But when am I ever normal? Do you know how I am when I am normal?\”
They then started a conversation about how their friends got high and stared at pretty lights, making comments such as \”whoa, that…is…so….cool…\”
It\’s pouring outside. The sky is sad because I am sad.
Blinky blinky.
I have always been of the opinion that if someone has to ask if you\’re ok, then that person shouldn\’t be asking at all. This is with physical presence anyway…online or phone is a bit different.