Injection Of Happiness

Wednesday

Wednesday morning, I didn't have to go into work until twelve o clock in the afternoon, god, I loved Wednesdays. This Wednesday had been particularly exciting, not only did I get an extra four hours sleep, I was also going to see the most enchanting woman later that day. After work I had dinner at a restaurant in town, by myself. I know, it's pretty sad, but I couldn't think of a better way to pass the time. My drunk body staggered to Shamrocks at about seven, the wine from the restaurant began to do its wonders. Emily was seen to be nowhere, leading me to order another drink, I sat by myself and awaited for her arrival. Bang on seven-thirty she walked out from the stage door. I began to clap which attracted a lot of attention, I guess I wasn't meant to clap, it was pretty embarrassing. Yet Emily's reaction reassured me once again, just a giggle and smile can go a long way. She had a voice like an angel, I was mesmerized. Her lyrics were so meaningful. The few lines I can specifically recall was from one of her own songs.
"There's a light at the end of our roads, the further we tread, the lonelier we get."
Still to this day I sit in curiosity as to what those lyrics mean. I asked Emily what the inspiration was behind her music, she told me that inspiration comes from emotion. And I'll never forget that. We took a late train back home together. The train was empty, there was just the two of us in the carriage. We sat in-silence for a while, until Emily openly gave me her verdict on human existence, she stated.
"People aren't living, just killing time."
I wasn't sure how to react to this random outburst so I just smiled and agreed with Emily, she had such a profound view of the world, pessimistic, I can relate to that. Though I could never fully understand where her pessimism derived from, she came across as a woman who lived life to the fullest, and she was always happy, I did not once see that woman without a smile on her face. I wonder what reason she had to hate the world so much. My stop was approaching. I was tempted to invite Emily back to my home, but in the end I didn't. I just asked her if I'd see her again.
"Yeah, you will, on the six-thirty-five train tomorrow," she said with a big grin on her face.