[ WP ] Make me fall in love with a not-so-normal character .


 **Let Me Explain** 
 Have you ever tried to make a person laugh? I mean, really tried. Have you ever prepped for, worked towards, put everything you could into planting the seeds of an irrepressible smile into the mind of your fellow man? 
 
 It's bullshit. Well not bullshit, it's just difficult beyond measure. You have to be on their level but, at the same time, capable of subverting their expectations. For me, it's a Sisyphean task of the highest order. 
 
 Have you ever tried to make a person angry? Because it's easy. It's indescribably simple to annoy, anger and upset almost any person. You might say right now, `` Oh well I'm pretty thick skinned so I'm not sure I agree sir.'' Fuck you. If I stabbed you with a fork you would immediately change your tune. 
 
 This was my realization, one lonely day in June, as I watched a couple holding hands from my second story dorm room. I just was n't capable of making people laugh and smile. Those skills, which came to the handsome bastard on the quad as easily as blinking, were dark territory to me. I realized that I only really had two routes left to take, I could either have no impact on people whatsoever and be ignored, or I could garner attention in a negative sense, I could affect other people's lives as an acerbic, antagonistic force. 
 
 Sometimes I just need to be noticed, to have an effect. I hope that makes sense. 
 
 ***** 
 
 `` What did you say to me?'' I glare down at the wiry man in the city square. I can tell he's intimidated. He replies, with a noticeable stammer. 
 
 `` S... Spare some change please sir.'' 
 
 My glare hardens. `` Are you fucking kidding me?'' I raise my voice so the passers by can hear my argument. `` Why? Why do you deserve my change?'' 
 
 `` I... I just want to get... for a cup of tea.'' 
 
 `` That's not why you deserve it. Can you tell me that? Why do you DESERVE my money?'' I press him further. 
 
 He looks up at me, words caught in his throat, he does n't have an answer. Instead he simply tries to avert my wrath. 
 
 `` I'm sorry sir. have a good day. God bless you.'' 
 
 `` Fuck off.'' I bat away his niceties with a swift curse. `` You have the gall to ask for my money, so you can spend it on fucking street drugs and 2 litre bottles of cider. You have no fucking clue how hard I work.'' 
 
 The people nearby have overheard everything. They all watch, but none of them try to stop me. You would n't think it but they rarely do. The wiry man hangs his head, hiding from my gaze as he fixes his eyes on the pavement. He mumbles something but I ca n't discern it. I decide I'm done. 
 
 `` Here.'' I snarl at him as I throw my morning paper onto his lap. `` Get yourself a job.'' 
 
 I then walk off through a group of shocked bystanders. 
 
 ***** 
 
 I wait in a cafe to see if he reads the newspaper. If he does n't I'll have to go over to him which I never like doing. As I've said before I just ca n't interact with people. 
 
 It happened the same way it always does. When I mock buskers, insult waiting staff, lambast the beggars, it always sparks an outpouring of good will from everyone around. That's why I do it in crowded areas. The wiry man will eat for a good few days on the charity he received from citizens, offended by my cruelty. Hatred's a great motivator. 
 
 I watch him as he places the small, but considerable, pile of pound coins and fivers in his pocket and, thankfully, unfolds the paper. He flicks through the pages absentmindedly before reaching the midpoint. I see his brow furrow as the envelope falls onto his lap. He reads the message on the front then, curious at it's apologetic tone, slices the envelope open with his index finger. 
 
 He pulls out the note and begins to read: 
 
 **Let Me Explain** 
 Have you ever tried to make a person laugh?...
