Misconception of David Moss

Middle of the day, the traffic was unbearable as usual. David moss was on his way to an appointment. "Most people never get me," he always says. " Some people want to laugh and cry all their life, while I want to do is live all mine. A perfect day with vanilla skies. The radio blasting with music from side to side. David patiently thinks as his mother drives him too this orthodontist appointment. "It's actually on of my least favorite places, oh the people are pleasant, all somehow with perfect teeth. I find I have envy at their joy and happiness they show. Maybe because happiness for me is never consecutive. When I'm there I smile and laugh. Really that's only one side of me. A true misconception of depth proportions. My self-esteem is as low as they go. Also I'm as arrogant as they come. Mix that together you get insanity the good kind. If there ever was one mine should be it. I go through all my days laughing, crying, sobbing, fearing, cheering most of memories. I remember them well. The good ones anyway. Maybe because happiness for me is never consecutive. Or am I repeating my self? Sometime I feel absolutely alone. Don't we all? Maybe that is human nature or pure stupidity. It was Barbara Stresisand who said, "People who need people are the luckiest people in the world" That's true for some people. How about people who have a therapist are the luckiest people in the world David. That's just me. I've been wearing braces for almost a year. "It doesn't bother me much at first. I'm just happy to get it out the way, I mean some people they have braces while they're thirty. I'm lucky in that sort." As David spills his soul to himself he awaits the inevitable appointment. He doesn't fear this place or worries; it's more of the happiness that gets him down. Their car pulls up to the office. His mother waits outside as he walks in. " Tell me when you're done." She says. Of course, never realizing she does it every time. Paternal instinct he guesses the building looks like a bunch of mirrors. As he walks toward the door he look at himself, thinking "If only I looked better." "If only I were someone else." "It seems busy today," he thinks. A few people ahead of him. Only about five or six people. "I hate crowds, I feel inadequate and mundane. Doesn't everyone feel like that sometime? "I see the receptionist her smile is perfect and untouched. She reminds me of some teacher I once knew in elementary." He turns away and starts to frown because he feels he's missing something. Possibly happiness consecutively. David waits his turn to get his braces checked. He stares out the window as cars pass bye, the sun is out, the clouds as transparent as ever. He holds his hand on the side of his head thinking and contemplating suicide. " You can't kill yourself, you don't like blood, and you surely won't make your own. I don't want to spend my life in hell either. It's tempting. Most teenagers feel that way sometime, but how many are willing to end their life unnaturally? Few, but still that's a lot. You have so much to live for, so much you could be. Maybe. If only I were someone else. As he sits and sulks in his misery the receptionist Mary Rose Baum cheerfully says "Hello David how are we today"? He thinks with that false smile upon his face, he gladly says " Fine, and you." That's his reply for every person he meets. The television is on in the waiting room. A movie, that he finds amusing at some child level he once had. As he daydreams he is pulled back into reality. "You can go back now David." He walks like an old man who is the loneliest person in the world. Like the guy in the moon he refers too. " Great another waiting room." It seems for the next two years I will be waiting. I'm already waiting for life to wake me up, show me what it has."