Wong Ha Jung
It was drizzling as Wong Ha Jung stepped out of the post office, just a thin film of a shower lightly flowing over everything. The sky was light grey, nothing that suggested an especially strong storm was coming, so he didn't feel a pressing need to open his umbrella. Rain was nice and today wasn't a work day for him, so. It would be perfectly fine if he just walked out into it, right? As long as he didn't do anything really irresponsible, it didn't matter, right?
He palmed the handle of his umbrella self consciously for a few moments, aware of just how many times he had managed to embarrass himself in public in the last few months. It bothered him, even though logically it shouldn't have and he had made his peace with the fact that he was just a stupid person a long time ago. Things like that were only to be expected. But he gave in anyways, because all the neat, logical explanations for why he shouldn't care about what other people thought couldn't come to him fast enough.
Standing on the street corner and half hiding under his umbrella, the man wondered if there was anything else he should be doing. Groceries could be bought nearer to where he stayed, although he probably wouldn't do that for a while. He was getting a little too busy to cook, so he just ate at the school cafeteria nowadays. Clothes, Wong Ha Jung didn't think he needed anymore clothes. Books, he wished that he had more time to read books but there was nothing that he could do about it then. So what else was there?
A lot, everything around him seemed to say.
...His life was kind of bland, now that the man thought about it. Or maybe he was just a boring person who didn't like to do anything (alone).
I guess I'll just go back now.
It was drizzling as Wong Ha Jung stepped out of the post office, just a thin film of a shower lightly flowing over everything. The sky was light grey, nothing that suggested an especially strong storm was coming, so he didn't feel a pressing need to open his umbrella. Rain was nice and today wasn't a work day for him, so. It would be perfectly fine if he just walked out into it, right? As long as he didn't do anything really irresponsible, it didn't matter, right?
He palmed the handle of his umbrella self consciously for a few moments, aware of just how many times he had managed to embarrass himself in public in the last few months. It bothered him, even though logically it shouldn't have and he had made his peace with the fact that he was just a stupid person a long time ago. Things like that were only to be expected. But he gave in anyways, because all the neat, logical explanations for why he shouldn't care about what other people thought couldn't come to him fast enough.
Standing on the street corner and half hiding under his umbrella, the man wondered if there was anything else he should be doing. Groceries could be bought nearer to where he stayed, although he probably wouldn't do that for a while. He was getting a little too busy to cook, so he just ate at the school cafeteria nowadays. Clothes, Wong Ha Jung didn't think he needed anymore clothes. Books, he wished that he had more time to read books but there was nothing that he could do about it then. So what else was there?
A lot, everything around him seemed to say.
...His life was kind of bland, now that the man thought about it. Or maybe he was just a boring person who didn't like to do anything (alone).
I guess I'll just go back now.