30 Days Left

Day 6540

(4:56 pm)

"What would you like to watch?" Victor asked me.

We're inside a theater downtown called the Cornucopia.

"Hmm, let's see. No." I point to a cliché chick flick.

"Why not that?" He asked me incredulous, his face all crunched up. I had to laugh at his reaction.

"Because it's predictable. Every movie is. Well, except for star wars." I answered him.

See I've been inside thousands of bodies and I know a lot of things, seen a lot of things and experienced a lot of things. Trust me when I say something, the chances are I'm right.

"I thought girls like this kind of movies? I never pegged you for a geek." He said to me.

"I am not a geek," I play offended "how could you?"

His face took on a hint of remorse. He looked sorry for his words. "Kidding, I'm not a geek nor a nerd. I don't like to be called things. I don't like to be labeled." I said to him honestly.

"Why is that?"

"It would be a solid rant. Do you still want to know why?"

"It would be my pleasure." He looked in my eye as he said it. His gesture made me all the more nervous. Damn you Victor and your way with things.

"Let's see. Look at her." I point at a passer-by. "What do you think of her?" I asked him.

"She looks like an actress. I think I saw her somewhere." He replied.

"See, you just did it."

"Did what?"

"You categorized her. Humans tend to do that. They use labels and names to sort things out. They never realize that they do it to each other."

I remember my past bodies. I remember the dark places inside the mind. I remember the suicidal thoughts of giving up. All of it an effect of human classification. All of it messed me up too.

"There is so much more than meets the eye. That lady earlier, maybe she's on her way to her getaway car after she robbed a pawn shop. The guy earlier he might be looking for his long lost sibling. People in all truthfulness are not who they seem."

I say this because I used to classify people too. I say this because it is true. I say this for him to hear.

"They are more, much much more. You never know who they are unless you've experienced their life for a day."

I added as an afterthought, "Sometimes even a day is not enough to know someone."

I said all that to him. Hoping he would somehow understand, without me needing to tell him. Wishing if he found out, that he would stay. Wanting him to know, but being unable to tell him so.

"True... Wow! That was, deep." He said to me. He went quite for a moment.

"I'm sorry. I never wanted to rant like that." I said. He looked at me. He's smiling, a sad nostalgic smile.

My heart aches. His smile makes me sad. "Why are you looking like that?" For the love of me I need to know or I'll go crazy.

"It's just, I never realized what I've been doing until you pointed it out."

"I'm sorry?" I had to ask this.

He laughed, his laugh somehow relieved me. "You don't have to apologize. I should be the one saying something and it should be a thank you."