Invitation denied

"Ehmm..." you look between the two for a moment, more and more certain there's no reason to stay. "Sorry, I think it's best if I head back now, thanks anyway."

"Later loser!" Jeff sneers and slams the door, this time no shoe in it's way. You stand alone, and a cold breeze makes you shiver slightly.

You shake you head in disappointment and return to the car, soon on your way back home. You turn on the radio, turning the dial to find that classical station that seems so fitting for moments such as these, the gentle tones of the piano mixed with the soft strings soon serenading the car. Nothing else could swing your emotions in quite the same way, and such distraction was certainly called for. Anything to shift your mind away from the absurdity of the day.

After a while rain starts pouring down, the cloudy sky fulfilling it's threatening gaze it'd held throughout the day. It's one of those evenings, the type that drag on with a haze, that kind that seem full of mistakes. You'd always known most women (and most men for that matter) were shallow, a good portion of that crowd so willing, so devoid of personality, that they'd even get together with someone like Jeff. But somehow this particular case hit you harder than normal, you felt a connection of some sort with that girl...it hurt to see what she was like. Maybe it was the realization that statistically the odds were against you ever finding a woman who based her judgement not on looks or pride or any other arbitrary attribute, but on the depths of personality.

Hah...

Since when am I so philosophical? You think to yourself, as you pull into the driveway, turning the key one tick to turn off the engine, **** to end the song before it finished. A particularly melancholic piece that fit your mental ramblings, along with the rain pouring across your windshield. You smile, a British voice your mind seems so fond of employing on days like this taking over.

How meaningless...what utter rubbish this lifestyle is. Why do I bother? What's the point to it all when there's no one out there who really gives a damn about the world? They seem like they're not even real, illusions, NPCs propogated about to fill the gaps, to test me at every available turn.

You sigh as the song ends. Another will start if you don't turn it off now, but a part of you wants it to continue.