Alexithymia

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He knew it was wrong, but he did it anyway.

It wasn’t that he was particularly a bad kid; in fact he was quite the opposite. Anyone who knew him or his family for the matter could testify to this. He always did as he was told and met each and every expectation that was placed upon his shoulders- except for this one.

How, he knew for a fact that certain things could never happen. For instance, a fish cannot grow wings and fly simply because it wants to, nor can the Earth spin any faster because it feels the need; and in this manner, he knew that what he wanted cold never happen. The idea was preposterous and he didn’t even want it that badly anyway. Besides, there were much better, much cooler things to do now, anyway.

Yeah, what did he need this for? He wasn’t a little kid anymore! That’s right! He was going to be in high school soon and therefore he was all grown up. Now there were bigger and better things to do, like mingle and girls and the city and new classes. There was no time for silly little distractions.

But the distractions said otherwise.

Now, what people must realize is that Piccolo is not a pushy man. He really isn’t. Intense at times, yes, but not the type to interfere with anything unless it absolutely has to be done and no one else has the fortitude to do it.

Of course I never made an effort to push him, well not in the way I would define the word ‘push’. Likewise, he never tried to push me, and to be honest; I don’t even think the thought crossed his mind for so much as a passing moment.

But I suppose that’s ok. I mean my life would be so much more complicated if I acted on my thoughts all the time. It’s kind of funny now.

Because I’m not a teenager anymore.

And my biggest fear in life is no longer getting a bad grade or not being able to talk to girls.

No, how I have much bigger, much sillier things to worry about.

Like my daughter getting knocked up by some two-bit punk or my wife bouncing the checks.

But it’s all good now.

Because things are going to change.

And I can’t quite let this one die out.

I woke up that morning in the same fashion that I always did. I was awake an hour before my wife had stirred and she still had that god awful frumpy pink nightgown on and a facial mask that she hoped was working wonders on her face. Meanwhile, she looked like something that was stuck to the inside of the garbage can. I stumbled out of bed, grabbed a towel and took my shower. My showers have always been the most frivolous part of my day, mainly because no one bothers me when I’m in there. After that it was all downhill. I would go to work, which I actually enjoyed half the time until some snot-nosed punk with a bad disposition and a face full of acne tried to make my job harder- and succeeded. Then there was the trip home and dinner, which was generally good until my daughter peeps up about the nice boy in her class that I have personally taught and know that he’ll never so much as get within twenty feet of her unless he wants to be a eunuch.

When I go to sleep, I wake up and do it all. Over. Again.

When I wake up tomorrow, things are going to change.

You have no idea.

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Notes I’ve decided to take the ball and run in this case. Yes, this story will be a P-Gh romance fic. It’s going to be a complicated little thing, full of romance and angst and longing and tiny cute moments. It may also move to the adult version of this site in later chapters, if you know what I mean.