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[Axanderdeath]

I was doing blow the night and day before. My eyes were hiding from the sun under my blanket. “work, fuckfuckfuck.” I said and forced myself out of bed. “me with thefucking coke!” I moan to myself, I moan to the world.

Work and when I getting I sit down and wonder if people see the dried blood in my nose, or smell the sweat of booze.

“I was talking to a woman the other day. And she said.” It is Jamie. She is kind of a freakish annoyance at theoffice. Someone told methat I should have EMPOTHY for her. She is a short Asian girl who can go on about any thing for hours. “Well I ll tell you.” You drift in and out of a conscience state while around her. “This man was a real dumby. I asked him, do youknow how to say yes?” She does not get that I don’t feel like talking to her. I tried to walk away. Now she is talking about fucking medical tv dramas. I feel like telling her to shut up. Empathy, fuck empathy is fucking hard.

Finally some call come in and she has to work. I am safe.

I google Dave Eggers and Kerouac and read different articles and shit. I don’t know if I like this Egger’s fellow. His book I am reading seems alright, but… “I need sales.” My boss said. She has brought her boyfriend in to work. She is talking to him, not working. I have made already (the whole day I made 9) 5 sales. I have had nothing to eat but two hotdogs for breakfast and 3 cups of coffee. She is telling me to work harder, fuck, someone should her about empathy.

“I make the most sales in this office.” And I am not being cocky because I do.

Jamie has cornered me. Literarily. Others look at me sympathetically. Dare I say they have EMPaTHY they are feeling the interesting emotion? Does she not know I don’t want to talk? Then I think of my drunken night last night. All the strangers I had talked to. Oh shit I am just like her… But that does not change it. She is fucking talking my Goodman head of now. “I pickup a stethoscope and then…” some medical joke. And her deadly low chuckle, and then more. I try to got to the bathroom she has traped me I can’t move. She just needs a friend. But it can’t be me. I could use some friends. Is god telling me these are the only kind of people I can be friends with?

[gypsyjoker]

Is god telling me these are the only kind of people I can be friends with?

Snort, I wonder what i meant by that? I made one of those snort sounds when I read that. Kind of a suppressed laugh. Christ I got no empathy either, why else would I snort at your pain.

[joel]

Hands down without a doubt my favorite piece from you! Because it is natural and passionate and apathetic and totally contradictory to my experience; I identify or sympathize (or possibly empathize), but am not sure if any of it comforts or even matters. I doubt it does, but I do anyway. Great framing of a question.