[ WP ] Give the reader a tour of your mind .

You're at work. The work you do is not very serious, but everyone pretends it is, and everyone treats you like you're the only one that can do it - *not* because they're incapable, and *not* because they ca n't find someone else - but you're the only one more willing to do it for the agreed price. 
 
 Your supervisor is a neo-Nazi. He does n't want to be, and strives extremely hard to radiate a nice-guy persona - but he weathers you down to do his bidding via passive-aggressive remarks designed to massage your ego and once again remind you of your place. Despite this strange heirarchy, he still wants to be your friend - but the last time you opened up to him, he spilled your secrets to everyone else. You never let him in again, but he keeps trying, and everyone thinks you're extremely rude for rebuffing his friendship so often. 
 
 It begins to affect his performance, and upsets the general work dynamic, with coworkers tiptoeing around both you and him. Restoring balance requires you to sacrifice your social life at work; you become humorless and distant with everyone in order for him to not take it all so personally. 
 
 It works, and you spend your lunches alone; you prefer it in some weird way - an hour to yourself where you leave the building and find a nice sunny ( or dry ) patch and just watch the world go by. If you're lucky, an old school friend meets you for lunch. If not, no matter - you'll talk to a stranger if they smile at you. 
 
 Routine is important for you; it's a reaffirmation of self-control and proof that you are capable of keeping yourself in check. You have control, no one else, and they ca n't take it away from you. 
 
 You do the same thing day-in-day-out Monday to Friday: Work, Gym, TV. It's not much but it keeps you happy. It's either that or the anti-depressants and too many of your friends are unhappily dependent upon them for you to even consider medication as an option. 
 
 You're not depressed. You've never really been depressed, you're just underwhelmed with life. You thought there'd be more. You spend five minutes in bed every morning willing yourself to get up. You stopped inventing reasons a long time ago - now it's just dogmatic. 
 
 Weekends you go crazy. None of your safegaurds apply, there is no routine for you to follow. It's just you, alone, staring up at the ceiling, blood pumping with a restlessness that wo n't go away until you run it off. You need a woman, and not just in a physical way. You think about the future, and though you always seem optimistic about what the world could be like - you always draw a blank when it comes to your own life.
