“Ever noticed how, whenever anything goes
slightly awry from the plan, we always assume the worst?
“Nay, not the absolute worst, but the worst that the situation can throw at us.
“Aye, assuming there is nothing probable and worse than how we imagine the
situation could be.
“Your incessant ramblings bother me! Must you correct everything I say?
“To the extent in which to clarify your openness so you do not misinterpret
yourself.
“How would I misinterpret myself, given that I, and you, are both myself?
“Ah, but you’ve done it before!
“Fooling the heart and mind is not misinterpretation. It is merely a device used
to protect myself from such truths I do not wish to face.
“Bah, call it what you will. You’re a coward, who hides behind fancy words.”

Sighing, he turned his attention from the battle in his mind. This was all too
common in his head, and he could do with a rest. Still, he had to wonder what
the worst was. Could she really be avoiding him? True, a small matter given he’d
known her a month, but his feelings had grown, after all… Maybe he’d walked
straight into another trap, made accidentally or by purpose? Nay, speculating
had no virtue.
Instead, he turned his attention to the entry he was writing on his computer.
Maybe this would prove some insight? Unlike his mind, his fingers were not at
war.

For his years, most of them, actually, he had talked to himself. Discussions had
been rare at first, instead he hid all his problems. But hiding had become too
easy, he was too isolated. Scared of almost being able to scribble his name on
the inside of “The Wall” by Pink Floyd, he ventured back into the world. For
better or worse? Only when both courses of action had been taken, would that
answer be found. And, as only one is permitted by time and life, he had taken
what he perceived to be the best option.

Turning his attention back to his own mind:
“… assume the worst. But why? Could it not be possible she was busy, or had
left her phone somewhere? Mayhap she was actually spending time with her family?
“Indeed, we tend to suspect the worse. Try once more, and tomorrow lunch, to
confirm or deny the plans.
“Still, why as people do we assume bad things? We both know how relaxed he is,
when was the last time he got angry?
“A few minutes ago, at us, don’t you know.
“… I meant actually properly angry with some aspect of the world?
“I know, I know…”
*White bolts of lightning, came out of nowhere…* rumbled, as his music was
turned on.
“That’s it then. He doesn’t get angry, he gets worried.
“Fat lot of good that does him. At least you can take anger out…
“And then get worried about the consequences.
“True true…”

Getting impatient, he willed the conversation to an end. True, he could directly
change what was to be said, and he knew all that had been said, and all that
would be said on the matter. Still, he liked to let conversations play out, gave
him something to do.

“So, in conclusion, we can safely say that humans as a populous tend to expect
the worse when anything in a situation goes wrong. How they deal with this,
however, varies from person to person, as best we can guess with our limited
experience. Some may get annoyed, while he just stays calm but worried. At least
we have found some answers.
“Yes, answers. But, shall the situation be resolved in the way in which we hope?
“One can only pray.
“Since when were we into praying…”

And thus ended his mind’s discussion on she, and human nature. No doubt he shall
sleep little, this night.