It''s 3:38 am and as most days I''ve been watching videos on YouTube. I saw a video about a relatively simple minded man and his diary. I should add that his friends, called him simple minded and a moron thus his unique way of looking at life interested them.


    I figured I can just write down the interesting parts of my day or at least what I can remember. So I guess I''ll start with my morning.


    I woke up around 10ish and got ready to drive to university. I have a hard time with eating solid food when I wake up so I drink one of my store bought smoothies. I get in my 2006 year car and start my drive. I notice my gas is pretty low and since I have some spare time I stop for some gas. While filling up a car pulls up behind me. It''s a much new car and the guy steps out wearing better clothes. His hair seems freshly cut. I look at my clothes and cars then I notice I''ve needed to cut my hair for several weeks. Not bothering to continue to be jealous of a random guy I get in my car and drive off. I avoid dying on the way which is something I think a lot about. It''s so easy to have a lapse and crash killing yourself and possibly another unluckily bastard yet most people are ok with driving but going on planes or extreme sports frighten them. I go through my day as usual and then I have my break between classes. My friends are busy doing a project for a class so they can''t eat with me. It''s crazy how much we humans put into our routine. A major difference and we no longer know what to do. I ate alone and pondered on what was in my food. Meat, cheese, pasta, is there a need for other food? After eating I decide to take a risk and go talk to some people I somewhat knew. They don''t know my name but let me sit there like I''m part of the group. They play billiards and invite me to join in. I have a nice time until I have to go to class so I say bye and walk off. There''s a test and I finish early and get out an hour ahead of usual. The sun is still out. Not in sight but not twilight either. The buildings block the setting sun. I walk to the cross walk and wait for the speeding cars to stop so that I can cross. There''s a man walking past me and the sidewalk is thin so we brush past each other.Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    I''m on a rocky beach. There''s a woman in front of me. She''s much shorter than me, blond, has an angry look on her face and is moving her mouth. I can''t hear her nor can I hear the waves. I look around and the rocky beach turns out to be a cliff overlooking the sea. The waves smash against the weathered stone. The waves are huge compared to any I''ve seen. I look back towards the woman. She''s turned around and I feel rage. I grab that expensive blouse I bought her and I pull. She goes over the cliff and into the wave as it hits the rocks. I stare towards the foamy sea before turning around and walking away feeling liberated.


    The man says sorry and I say it''s cool. I walk to my car and drive home. Not a super eventful day but as I lay here waiting for my mind to tire I figure I can write. Maybe if I let some steam off my chest I''ll be able to sleep.