John sat on the metro, reading the news. His eyes skimmed through the letter-filled pages, reading the important parts. "Inflation, peace treaty, UN, war..." He muttered absentmindedly. His hands and body were cascading with sweat, so much so his clothes were glued to him. The fact that he was wearing a janitor's uniform didn't help.
The metro was in complete silence, the only sound that could be heard was the clinging and clanging of the rails colliding with the wheels of the car. The semi-silence was broken by a angelic melody.
He suddenly removed his attention from the news to see for the source of the melody. He saw a man playing the guitar. He couldn't hear the lyrics but he still loved it. The melody went up and down like tides from the sea. It was also like a story as it reached its climax. As the melody died out, the people applauded with great joy.
-I wish I had that kind of talent- thought John- I wish that I wasn't a nobody with a terrible job, I wish that I would stop wasting other people's time-. As he pondered these thoughts a calm soothing voice came from the speakers: "You have arrived at Paddington Station". As soon as John heard this he leaped into the station.
He walked towards the stairs with a hunched position only looking at the floor.He walked up the stairs and thought: -what am I doing with my life?- his thoughts continued- am I wasting it it? Or am I someone who should be wasted?-.
Then rationality started to speak: -what do you mean by wasted?-.
-Dead- responded John's brain responded.
-But you're a miracle!-
-what?- John's brain responded confused.
-Well, first your parents would have to meet at the perfect time at the perfect place, then they would have fallen in love, which is really rare, live close so that they can communicate, and they would also had to had a healthy relationship so they can finally marry so they can have you!-.
-Well then- John's mind responded- why am I so useless?- .
-what do you mean?- said rationality.
John started listing his faults- Well, first of all I don't have enough money to support a family, second I would be a terrible father, I barely have enough free time, third I am terrible -allergic even- with women, I get all nervous and my mouth starts blabbering nonsense, and if they did find me attractive they would be laughing when they figure out I am a janitor! Fourth, I am the laziest person you can find! I go to work 30 minutes late and can barely stay awake! And finally, I am completely terrified of the dark! Listen to that! I, a 26-year-old human being, is afraid of the dark!-
John suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the ting of his phone.
