The Little Martian feels a little disillusioned. A little disconnected. And a little cold in his little Bermuda shorts.Goose pimples rise on freckled green skin as the AC spits steady streams of corporate frost.
Should have stuck to pants ,thinks the Little Martian to himself.
Day melts into early evening outside, but the wind blows untouched. The Little Martian could use some fresh air.
“What’s on your mind?” he asks me, to distract himself, from the cold, the corporation, and the disconnect.
“Lots. And nothing.” I reply.
“Tell me all the nothing that plagues you little sapien!” he says with a comical bow and a doff of his hat.
“I'm not sure. I'm not sure if I am allowed to be bothered by these things. Not sure if I'm actually bothered or just tired and ungrateful.”
“You're allowed to be bothered by whatever bothers you LS. But don’t hang onto that shit for too long.”
There is a beat of silence. The sky darkens.
“Maybe, I thought this love stuff would be more magical..."
"Go on.” Hums the the ever sage Little Martian.
“Why don’t people ever respect each other? Why all the games, the distraction and the judgment? ”
“uhmhm.”
“Why does the dodo behave like such a dodo all the time? I feel like slapping some sense into him."
“Consider him slapped!” Replies the Martian with a little yip.
“Why do my problems sound so lame? Have I not evolved as a human being at all?”
I end my amble with a self-loathing flourish.
The Little Martian purses his lips, pushes himself off his swivelly office chair, and stands right in front of me. He looks me in the eye, leans in closer, and gives me a solid little thwack on the head.
I feel the world shift a little, back into perspective.
“Look around you!” squeals the Little Martian.
I look around me. I look back at the Martian...
“For duck's sake, look around you and realize that you hit the target, you made the goal!"
I look around again, and I think I really do see it. Like a shimmering flag that flutters in a wayward storm. There is a moment of clarity, a moment of appreciation.
“wow,” I whisper.
“WOW” the Martian repeats, yelling, eyes wide and shiny, arms open wide.
“Now what?” I ask
“Now you set more.”
“More?”
“Goals.”
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