Go Play

          I was sitting there at the pond, I really had better things to be doing as usual, but I just didn’t want to. What else could I do that was more interesting than work? Hah, anything, what kind of question is that. You know I look down at my hands; they just aren’t the same anymore, where did my hands go? I don’t remember them looking like this, I think an old man cam and took his off and put them on me when I was sleeping. Okay they aren’t THAT old, but they don’t appear to be as tight skinned or as calloused as they once were. The days I used to fight, and do actual work, not this pitiful excuse for employment, sitting behind a desk all day and taping at a keyboard to make sure that our accounts balance and all that other mind swill that had aged my mind long before it was suppose to. I am thankful for; however, all my years of fighting, they’ve kept that thirst for energy alive within me, so now I don’t look like I sit in front of computer all day.

          How did this happen? Where did the last ten years go? It seems that the last real thing I did, was, well, searching for the black dragon ball, man, I must have been in my early twenties, and I’m not what? Thirty-five? That’s old right? Hah! Not THAT old, I’m still a young pup, but why is it that whenever I try to finally get on with my life, you know, get to that next step, relationships, marriage, children, and… and… and what? Face it Trunks, you are inept. You know what you want; all you have to do is go get it. I would be sighing melodramatically at the moment; however, I’m afraid, I hear that sound coming from behind me. Oh yes, I know it, I’ll turn my head and she’ll be standing there with her hands on her hips and glaring at me. Since she’s gotten out of college she thinks she’s the greatest thing since sliced bread, and she is. I’ve told her that many times. You want to know what she says to me? Huh? You REALLY want to know? Go play. That’s right… and I quote, “Trunks, go play with some girl your own age. I don’t like you that way and it really bothers me that you do.” I can’t count the amount of times she has said those very words… “Go play”. It drives me nuts! Someone my own age I don’t need. If I WANTED someone my age, I’d have been married many years ago, but newsflash, I’m not.

          She’s waiting for me to turn around, I can feel her stare at the back of my head but I am not about to give her that satisfaction. She’s going to tell me that I should be at work, and she’s not going to say a word until I turn around, that’s just the way Pan is. She is very predictable, actually, I’ve been told that I’m the only person that can predict her, I know why. Why can’t anyone else see that? She’s casting her shadow on me, like if I hadn’t noticed her presence yet. Hah, I knew she was coming at the very least a mile away. Oh well, for once, she’s going to have to make the first move; I’m very tired of initiating everything. I could go on for hours on how many times I’ve initiated things, let’s star the list, oh yeah, her training, her socializing (Kami knows she was a little geek of a thing in her frosh year in high school. You know the chain wallet thing? That was me!) , her dating (I’m still kicking myself), her friendship with my sister, her rivalry with Maron (that was good!), her first kiss… Ah, her kiss. Okay the kiss wasn’t that great but it was hers. She came to me in a VERY embarrassed state, after her first date (with a guy I set her up with), she adored the kid. She had a little problem, she wanted to kiss him once he had dropped her off at her front door, and being a college frosh, should have at the very least taken that step, but hadn’t. The poor girl was nearly in tears with embarrassment, she couldn’t kiss him, she didn’t know how. Much like a really bad teeny bopper flick, I HAD to show her. It was none too different from “Cruel Intentions”, Sarah Michelle Gellar and what’shername.