Futile WorriesA Story by Winwin4everAn un extraordinary experience in a restaurant that touches me to the core and gives me unshakable fear.I am a witness to the un extraordinary. It is a setting completely familiar. The tall dark skinned woman enters the arching doorway of the restaurant with what I would assume to be her debonair boyfriend. He is clean shaven but complete with dreadlocks that apply a certain boorishness to the polished look. In the center of the restaurant sits a table of six. Two tables conjoined, its people exhibiting an air of camaraderie as they continue on with their nonsensical chatter. They talk with what I would assume "teen lingo," something I have no hope of ever comprehending despite being a teen. It seems to change each year from joshing to capping and so on. I observe the back of the restaurant, a new air of aroma reaching my nose as I whip my head around. A young family feeds their small child, pleading and negotiating with them to eat their broccoli. Their dynamic is different from the other customers, using gentle words and sitting with tight-knit togetherness. Non of their futile nomenclature phases me for I am the observer, who sits amidst a perfectly normal family whose heads hang low spearing their food with forks and chewing hungrily. I cannot become a participant. My anxiety runs unbridled and series of worse case scenarios run through my mind. It is a cancer not of the lungs but a horror of the mind. Since I have entered, subconsciously my mind had mapped out the exit routes out in the case of a hostage situation. I keep in hindsight the worrying fact that my father has parked his cart within a lot, not on the street. Despite no sign of ever having to go through such an ordeal, I cannot prevent myself. As I sink into the abyss of shadows, paranoia runs rampant like a tinge of cholera. The difference being there is no cure for my state. I try to solve the puzzle of my life, to find the right level to pull, the right button to push to get back to the happy and productive state I was in, replete with the lacking of senseless worries. But as I try to push my concerns out of my mind, one final thought remains. The single what if: Of perhaps finding myself in an odious situation many years in the future. Then my repentance will be unacceptable. So I hang on to these thoughts despite knowing there is a door which will let the light in. © 2021 Winwin4everFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on March 22, 2021 Last Updated on March 22, 2021 AuthorWinwin4everGreenwich, CTAboutPassionate golfer and holding a slight interest in writing at this time more..Writing
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