Katie Well sat not blinking. Her mouth slung slightly open and her eyes squinted unsymmetricaly while she scrolled through her always tedious Facebook posts. She, like so many others, did this every day. Often for hours at a time and usually more than twice.
Nothing on the screen ever really caught her interest. Maybe a cat video or two would occupied her for a few minutes. Perhaps some short, pixelated montage of people hurting themselves. A meme about shoes. Nothing terribly interesting. But for some reason, she kept looking through the posts. Not that she ever even considered "why" herself. It was automatic.
One slightly odd thing that happen during this masochistic ritual, usually when something on the screen offered any measurable level of interest, was that her dry facial expression would undergo a subtle kind of spasm. The result of which shifted the angle of her glassy, lopsided stair from left to right or from right to left, depending. This time, her bazaar little twinge was simply the result of noticing the clock in the bottom right hand corner of the screen.
"2 hours" she thought to herself. "I have been doing this for 2 hours."
She rubbed her face violently before her body shot up out of its chair and began doing things. Things that were not at all surprising to her, being that as far as she could tell, she was the one in charge of it. But things that would have seemed quite sporadic and possibly a little bit concerning to anyone else present. Luckily however, as she gracelessly moved through the main room of her small apartment, no one else was.
Katie had decided to go for a walk. She hadn't decided where she was going to walk to. She hadn't decided what she might want to do when she got there. She hadn't really made any other decisions at all much beyond going for a walk and the ones she would have to make in order to accomplish that. Shoes? Jacket? Hat? no, no hat. Well, maybe hat. OK yes, hat.
It wasn't long before she had made it out the door and was purposefully walking nowhere in particular. But no where particular quickly became the same places she always goes when she goes for a walks.
Nothing on the screen ever really caught her interest. Maybe a cat video or two would occupied her for a few minutes. Perhaps some short, pixelated montage of people hurting themselves. A meme about shoes. Nothing terribly interesting. But for some reason, she kept looking through the posts. Not that she ever even considered "why" herself. It was automatic.
One slightly odd thing that happen during this masochistic ritual, usually when something on the screen offered any measurable level of interest, was that her dry facial expression would undergo a subtle kind of spasm. The result of which shifted the angle of her glassy, lopsided stair from left to right or from right to left, depending. This time, her bazaar little twinge was simply the result of noticing the clock in the bottom right hand corner of the screen.
"2 hours" she thought to herself. "I have been doing this for 2 hours."
She rubbed her face violently before her body shot up out of its chair and began doing things. Things that were not at all surprising to her, being that as far as she could tell, she was the one in charge of it. But things that would have seemed quite sporadic and possibly a little bit concerning to anyone else present. Luckily however, as she gracelessly moved through the main room of her small apartment, no one else was.
Katie had decided to go for a walk. She hadn't decided where she was going to walk to. She hadn't decided what she might want to do when she got there. She hadn't really made any other decisions at all much beyond going for a walk and the ones she would have to make in order to accomplish that. Shoes? Jacket? Hat? no, no hat. Well, maybe hat. OK yes, hat.
It wasn't long before she had made it out the door and was purposefully walking nowhere in particular. But no where particular quickly became the same places she always goes when she goes for a walks.
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