The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

Little thought of the week: being balanced may distinguish a man from the mass, but sometimes that's the major bother in being balanced.
Evolution of the little thought: sometimes those who define themselves balanced have just never got any good chance to lose themselves fully.
So people: did ever happen to you to wake up and start straight creating an amount of bollocks in your head, while half consciously you look at yourselves in the mirror -horrified-?
If you didn't notice, it happens to me.. quite often too! That's the way my brain tells my system it's already active, and my system replies the rest of the body need more time instead.
I left all my clothes over the desk last night, all over one another, and damnit, I am gonna be a walking crease in the classroom this morning. Let's put on something else instead, it'd be better. Ila's got a bit of flu, so she won't come with me this time around; I hate when I am starting to feel this agoraphobia like I am doing right now, days that I pass wishing I would never cross nor bump into no living face , no living soul… Days when I'd like to close myself up locked in the bathroom and leaving outside the door a sign reading "See you tomorrow". Those days, the slightest of gestures, the most common are such an unbearable, laborious process.
God knows why...
Nevertheless of all this though, Jill's mother is riding me like every other morning to the school, and she talks, and talks without noticing that from more than ten minutes already all that I am doing is watching the -very interesting- dashboard of her car. And by now, it shouldn't be anymore a big surprise to find it on the other side for me!
I reckon this must be like an inverse punishment I have been given from above: since I am generally so talkative and noisy, till you can call me gaudy at certain levels, every now and again all type of contacts with my fellow men are intolerable to me. And now, oh my, what an endless and tiring class...It seems that anyway my pronunciation's getting better, thanx mainly to that picky creature that's replying to the name of Geraldine Harris. Miss Harris, please, since she's proud to be single at her 45. I am so unfair, I see this; and I am even her favourite here, due to my undoubtedly massive scholastic diligence, but I am in acid today, all pisses me off today, I hate everything and everyone, I hate the garden around this building, the colours which turns out all grey under this April rain... I hate fuckin April rain; I can't stand all those little men walking so fast and uncaring under their lacking fantasies umbrellas, they make rain ever more depressing...Where will they go? Maybe if I know that, I would feel better, and if I could stop time, for just one second, maybe this unsatisfaction I can't give a reason for would escape from my heart... Sooner than later it will anyway.
"Pauline, I told you: I am with no one at the moment, and to be honest I am not looking for having any. I suffer quite enough alone so no need to double the mood, really. Oh, please... what are these stupid messes about being single is equal to being uncool? This is not a freakin illness, and I really think it's fantastic to be single in your 20, especially when the possible boyfriend are so undeserving my precious time!"
Well, it doesn't seem to me I have convinced her in stepping onto my position.Under the roofing, while we're waiting the bus, I am not able to stand her curious, sharp sight today, but I do think she's a great girl indeed. She's French, but she resembles so much those Valkirias really: she's tall and strong, with her platinum hair she keeps short and free. If she would make them grow and tie them up in traces we would find a character out of Eddan!
"You can't fool me up dear: I've seen that guy who hosts you and Ilaria and my oh my, he's handsome! And he always looks at you that special way…"
"Please, you go figure.. Jill?!? Jill.. ahah… and anyway he's occupied …"