Just A Little Crazy Literally

Chapter 1 Maybe if you could just get it through your head, we wouldn’t be in this situation now would we?  Why am I such an i***t? I’ve managed to sleep through my alarm, and forgot where said alarm was. Now mind you, this alarm is my phone. Trying to reach the phone, as I came to the realization, I proceeded to fall out of bed, hit my head off the side table. Overall, not a great morning.   Now, sitting at a table in Astra’s, I’ve managed to not cry somehow about the morning, which is shocking. I look over to the bar seating and there’s Nora yelling at a customer, as per usual. ‘How in god’s name has she not been fired yet?’ “Look, I don’t care if you have work in ten minutes. Don’t come to a popular establishment and expect to have your coffee in five seconds,” She shouts. “If you wanted quick coffee, you could’ve waited until you were at the office!” Everyone is looking at her by now, and you can tell she is enjoying this. Making a scene is her hobby, honestly. No matter where she is, if someone tries to argue, she will shut them down on site. ‘People should just honestly not try to pick fights with her. They’re gonna lose every time, she always wins!’ Throwing her hands up, she turns around and makes a quick café americano, and storms over to my table. I may or may not die, and I can’t decide which option is better at this present moment. “You know, I try and I try with these customers, and I don’t know how I’ve managed to not kill one of them! See, if I could have just waited to transition, I could’ve punched the dude and not get called a violent, power hungry woman.”  Her rants are always the best, and most times they’re logical. Other times, somebody tweaked the wrong nerve and she makes absolutely no sense but yet it makes every bit of sense. I’m not sure which one this is. Although, I always respond with something along the lines of “You tell him, girl.” “Yes dear, I know. However, do we really want to lose our jobs because idiots like him exist in this repulsive world?” She looks at me, and I can see the debate in her head: Yes, because at least I got to punch him, or No, because I’m broke and need a job. “One, you’re not fair. Two, I know you despise the world and whatever, but try to be upbeat please. We need people like you who are going to change the world of science and psychology to be a little happier.” While she is correct, I don’t feel like I need to be happy for other people. If anything, I’m going to be happy for myself. Which takes time and energy, and I’m just really lazy.  She smiles all of the sudden, and I’m pretty sure this topic change is not going to start or end well. “So, has anyone caught your eye yet? Or are you still playing the ‘I’m not interested and I’m busy with school’ card?” She wiggles her eyebrows, while I roll my eyes. “Nora, you know how I am about socializing. Plus, have you forgotten about the time you tried setting me up with that one guy a few months ago.” I say, cringing at the memory. The first and last time I tried to date ended up being the worst experience of my life. Nora decided that talking to only two people, mind you one lives in a different country, isn’t beneficial for my mental health.  So she had this one friend, whom by the way was easy on the eyes for sure, and she set us up on date. I think she forgot to inform him that I am an anxious mess and my first question is always ‘So, murder right?” if I'm uncomfortable in situations, such as this one. He expected me to be this really tall and handsome guy who played sports, and let’s just say he was rather disappointed to see a still kind of tall, not even remotely athletic guy, who out of nowhere says something about murder in the first 5 minutes of meeting. He wanted to play frisbee for the outing or date, whatever you want to call it. I tried to get him to understand that I do not play sports, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.  My emotions got the best of me when we went out on this "date" and he tossed the frisbee to me. I did catch it, however, I walked over to a trash can and threw the frisbee in it. Needless to say, the “date” didn’t end too well. “Are we reminiscing over there, Seb,” Nora says, smiling cause she’s right.  “Sadly yes, but I know you were thinking about it too,” I say while taking another sip of my coffee, which is starting to get cold Throwing both her hands as up she admits defeat. “You caught me there. Although, he definitely wasn’t your type,” she states. I grimace at the thought of him, “You don’t say?” Somebody yells for Nora, and she gives me a little wave while simultaneously flipping off whoever called for her. She truly is a wonder, managing to not get fired for her very blunt and sarcastic personality. I, on the other hand, have been working part time at the museum here in town. I know, rather boring, but I also edit papers, such as essays or resumes, at a price of course. It all depends on the type and what all I’m looking for and editing.  It pays the rent, and I have food in my house so I’m good. Café americanos are probably my favorite drink, besides white tea, of course. Yes, I love white tea, no need to judge. I’m just about finished with the drink when Nora reminds me yet again... “Sebastian, you’re going to be late, stupid!” I look at my phone and see it’s fifteen minutes till 9 am. The bus leaves in five. I hurriedly grab all my stuff, and down the rest of the drink in one gulp before running out the door.  The bus stop has the widest variety of people, honestly. A group of guys who look like gamers, two women who seem to be arguing over something regarding the gamers, a few other random people, and some preppy girls. These girls happen to be my age, and happen to notice I exist. Wonderful, just what I needed today. “Excuse me, I just noticed you noticing me and I just wanted to tell you that I noticed you too,” she says while blushing. I stood there, just looking at her in confusion, and eventually disgust. That might have been the worst pick up line I have ever heard, and I am the king of cringey pick up lines. What do I even say?  Apparently I took too long to answer, because one of her friends, the only redhead in the group, says, “Uhm, excuse me, but she’s talking to you.” If I answer her, I’m going to probably get bugged the entire time. I don’t answer her, I’m going to be bugged the entire time. What to choose, what to choose? “I, uhm, hello?” I mean, it’s better than it could’ve been. The redhead scoffs, while the brunette rolled her eyes.  “Yeah, hi. I’m single and you’re really cute. How does Friday sound?” I don’t know what to do, and I’m not in the mood to deal with this. “Look, I don’t know how else to put this, but you’re not my type,” I say, because that’s all I can say with my patience dwindling. Yes, I’m aware, I have a very low tolerance for annoying people. I can see the bus rounding the corner now, and I can only pray she shuts up and leaves me be. The universe decided that my morning was going to go from absolutely  horrendous to completely unbearable. “Well, what is your type? I can change to fit it,” she says confidently.  What do I have to do to get her to shut up? My god, the whole cliché of “You’re too pretty to be gay” or “You don’t look gay” is clearly present here.  I decide I want to be childish, so a basic insult I found online at 2 in the morning should work. “Sorry, I don’t have the time or crayons to explain this to you.” I turn away and head straight for the bus, hearing the entire group say “Omg” and “He didn’t”. Yes I did, and I do not regret it. Well, sort of. I don’t like being rude, but sometimes you can’t help it. I sit in the first seat, closest to the door, and ignore everything, even them passing by giving me the evil eye. Earbuds in, music on, and the bus takes off. I’m not even in class yet and I am already done with today.