Roger Greyson
I can Smell you
Life has always seemed dark. Most people realize this but refuse to accept it. When one asks another, "How are you?" the other always seems to say, "fine", despite the fact that their life is far from fine.... their significant other broke up with them, their parents are getting divorced, they were abused... molested... left alone.... betrayed... in short, everyone really is worth the world, but their self-hatred or self-consciousness forces them into obscurity.
Robert was always watching... he saw... he heard... he understand... but he realized one day...
the ones that understand can never be understood, themselves.
unless by someone like them.
He had never met anyone like him... his town was blind because they chose to be.
The whole country seemed to be that way, heck, the world sometimes.
No one ever understood why he acted the way he did... open, kind, honest... he always seemed to be helping someone, and in a town where no one trusted anyone, they all seemed to trust him... and the truth was (and this was a truth he refused to show anyone) while they had all been hurt, Robert had been hurt more than any other, he understood because he had felt it all... he understood it all. He, surrounded by everybody, was all alone. He, who loved everyone, could not be loved. He.... was unique... he, was genuine.
and he was waiting for someone else like him to come.
"October third..." Robert wrote in his journal, "My birthday is only a few weeks away, not that it really matters, just another year." Robert sat in a desk in the back of the classroom, he tended to like the back of the class for two reasons: Firstly, because teachers tended to put the loud, troublemaking students in the front of the class, leaving the more studious kids in the back of the class, and secondly, because he liked to be able to watch every person in the room, to see and understand, rather than simply going through the motions like the ones he watched.
In high school, teachers no longer introduce new students to the class, or everyone would have noticed that there was a new face, as it was, only Robert noticed the quiet girl on the other side of the class. "She seems nice... I better go introduce myself, and welcome her to the school..." He got up to go do so, however, the teacher said, "Um... excuse me Robert, can I speak to you for a moment?" A little annoyed, Robert said, "Of course, Mr. Ochs...." Mr. Ochs asked Robert's help in many endeavors of his... Robert was always kind, and finished all his work on time... it seemed to others that Robert was a teacher's pet, however, Robert simply did what was asked of him, was it his fault that the teacher liked him for it? "Can you take this to the office put it in the copier? I need 100 copies." Robert took the paper, looking at it for a moment before he said, "I'll be back soon."
The paper was a worksheet for the class, "Communism and Capitalism in the 20th century" was in bold at the top of the page. "Why...," Robert asked himself, "do teachers almost always seem to make the assignments on facts and figures that I already know, and studied years ago? Do they not trust my past teachers that they taught me what I needed to know, or are they simply lazy?"
When Robert got back to class with the papers, Mr. Ochs said, "Great! Do you think you could pass one out to every student?" Robert began without a word, instead of simply passing the papers en masse to the rows, he gave the paper to each student individually, so he could introduce himself to the new girl. When he reached her, he said, "Hi... my name's Robert... welcome to FHS, what's your name?"
Robert was always watching... he saw... he heard... he understand... but he realized one day...
the ones that understand can never be understood, themselves.
unless by someone like them.
He had never met anyone like him... his town was blind because they chose to be.
The whole country seemed to be that way, heck, the world sometimes.
No one ever understood why he acted the way he did... open, kind, honest... he always seemed to be helping someone, and in a town where no one trusted anyone, they all seemed to trust him... and the truth was (and this was a truth he refused to show anyone) while they had all been hurt, Robert had been hurt more than any other, he understood because he had felt it all... he understood it all. He, surrounded by everybody, was all alone. He, who loved everyone, could not be loved. He.... was unique... he, was genuine.
and he was waiting for someone else like him to come.
"October third..." Robert wrote in his journal, "My birthday is only a few weeks away, not that it really matters, just another year." Robert sat in a desk in the back of the classroom, he tended to like the back of the class for two reasons: Firstly, because teachers tended to put the loud, troublemaking students in the front of the class, leaving the more studious kids in the back of the class, and secondly, because he liked to be able to watch every person in the room, to see and understand, rather than simply going through the motions like the ones he watched.
In high school, teachers no longer introduce new students to the class, or everyone would have noticed that there was a new face, as it was, only Robert noticed the quiet girl on the other side of the class. "She seems nice... I better go introduce myself, and welcome her to the school..." He got up to go do so, however, the teacher said, "Um... excuse me Robert, can I speak to you for a moment?" A little annoyed, Robert said, "Of course, Mr. Ochs...." Mr. Ochs asked Robert's help in many endeavors of his... Robert was always kind, and finished all his work on time... it seemed to others that Robert was a teacher's pet, however, Robert simply did what was asked of him, was it his fault that the teacher liked him for it? "Can you take this to the office put it in the copier? I need 100 copies." Robert took the paper, looking at it for a moment before he said, "I'll be back soon."
The paper was a worksheet for the class, "Communism and Capitalism in the 20th century" was in bold at the top of the page. "Why...," Robert asked himself, "do teachers almost always seem to make the assignments on facts and figures that I already know, and studied years ago? Do they not trust my past teachers that they taught me what I needed to know, or are they simply lazy?"
When Robert got back to class with the papers, Mr. Ochs said, "Great! Do you think you could pass one out to every student?" Robert began without a word, instead of simply passing the papers en masse to the rows, he gave the paper to each student individually, so he could introduce himself to the new girl. When he reached her, he said, "Hi... my name's Robert... welcome to FHS, what's your name?"
