Short Story

It was a lazy Sunday evening as Brett sat in his recliner pondering as he often did. It was wet and miserable outside and he felt somehow affected by it, his mood being somber and tired. Why was he so affected by the weather he thought to himself, he seemed to notice the subtleties of things and places, he noticed how cerain places made him feel. When he visited his older Brother in Melbourne he often felt very different, he felt a change in his thinking even, it was as if the people and the whole city had a different vibe to it. He liked it and felt somehow more in tune with Melbourne. Was he the only one who noticed such things he often thought to himself, or was it just that he was not always distracted as he felt his parents and friends were. Brett had always felt he was different to other people, he saw things differently and picked up things intuitively through experiencing things first hand. He also thought a lot, about everything, but mainly people. Brett naturaly without really even trying to saw a lot of connections between things, connections between things would just come to him. For example a week earlier, he came to the conclusion that people who think alot, usually have more dreams than people who don't think as much. He had often wondered why he dreamed so much and so whenever he met someone who also dreamed alot he would notice the similarities between them and himself and after comparing multiple friends and people he met, he decided that it was the people who thought a lot that dreamed alot. However this whole conclusion would come to him in a matter of seconds. None of this mattered though at the moment for Brett was feeling depressed and when he felt depressed he would become very pessimistic and irrational, he hated feeling this way and had not yet found a way to bring himself out of his depressive moods.

The end

Posted by Nathan Kowald @ 1:04 PM