You know. Getting along with Mark is a lot easier than I first imagined
Turns out we have a fair bit in common. We both hate ignorant arseholes. We both get this overwhelming need to scream once in a while. We both struggle with the general procedures of every day life. And now, we both have one person in our life that understands what we're going through.
I know, I know. He's a man. I'm still very much aware of that fact. But, bear with me here. He hasn't actually done anything recently to make me think that he's a danger to my life. Well, apart from that one time that he flipped his binlid at Danny for eating his last bowl of Cheerios. We had to barracked ourselves in the bathroom for a good couple of hours whilst he calmed down. But I guess that kind of counteracts the night that Glen ended up washing my hoodie without my permission. Shit went south that night...
But all in all, our tempers are well in tact. We've been learning little methods from Dr Hallet in our sessions to help the other calm down. We should speak in a calm manner, quiet voice and soothing tone. Encouraging words should be used at all times. And never, I repeat, never let the other person get hold of anything that could be deemed harmful if thrown towards a person's head.
But, if I'm honest, that doesn't really work. I find it a lot easier to calm him down when I'm yelling abuse at him, wielding a saucepan of my own. But there you go. Got to try it her way, I guess...
But back to the current state of affairs. I've now been here about 3 months. I suppose you could say that I'm getting to know the three men I'm living with. But, at the same time, I'm not. I mean, I know what they like to eat for breakfast, and what kind of music they listen to. Superficial stuff. But if you asked me what their backgrounds were, or anything personal about them, you'd end up with a blank stare in return. And they still can't touch me. That's just out of the question. As much as I'm getting to know them, I don't want to get too close. Just in case things take a turn for the worst.
It could happen you know...
A loud screech brings me back to the present and I remember where I am. Danny had the genius idea of bringing us to a fairground. One came on the television and his little brain went into overdrive at the thought. He begged us all to come with him, and even suggested it to Dr Hallet. And, naturally, she jumped at the chance to expose myself and Mark into a real-life environment.
I've never been to a fairground. I've never seen the appeal of screaming children, food-stained ground and large death traps called 'rides'. I mean, you'd have to be mental to sit on some of the contraptions here. I wouldn't risk my life just for the slightest chance of having fun. Nope. No thank you. I'd much rather stand and watch, if you don't mind.
The boys have been darting around like children. Bouncing from ride to ride, ridiculous grins on their faces as each new thrill sets into their bitter hearts. I swear, everything that these three do makes me start to reconsider this image I've got of mankind. They look happy, and it's not because they're out to cause pain. It's because they just want to have a bit of fun. Bizarre.
“You coming?” I hear next to me.
Turning my head, I see Mark's flushed face. The grin on his face is the perfect contrast to the doom-and-gloom I feel hanging over my head. The ying to my yang...I shake my head, getting rid of that image from my head, and also to inform him that I'm quite comfortable in my misery.
“But it's fun!”
“I'm good, thanks.”
“Aww, come on! Are you scared?”
“Yes, actually. I don't find soaring through the air on a rusted, old machine the safest of things to do. And I value my life, as funny as that sounds. So, no. I'm pretty good just watching from afar.”
