Post by Daphne Manos on Sept 26, 2008 18:50:15 GMT -5
Strange how one can be in one mood one day and another the next. Stranger yet was the fact that these moods could be as different as night and day. One day, Daphne would be happy, the next she would be angry. One day she would be joyful, the next she would be depressed. That was today. Today was depressed. And what was odd was that she didn’t know why. Nothing had changed the past couple days; her days had been the same, becoming an almost routine for her. Or maybe, that was the reason why she was depressed. Daphne liked action, Daphne liked change. Her depressed state could be caused by the fact that she had done nothing but get up, sell, eat, and then go see Mike. Nothing had changed, nothing altered. Always the same, and Daphne now realized that that was what was driving her into depression. She needed to fight with someone. Conlon was usually the one she fought with, him being so easy to pick fights with, but lately he had been busy and no one saw him. But if not him, who? She really needed someone to fight with.
You could say that Daphne was looking for trouble, because she was. She wanted someone to fight with. She wanted someone to make her angry. She wanted some change! Someone had to offer her so sort of something. And if no one offered it, then Daphne would demand it.
So, here Daphne was, looking for something that wasn’t probably going to be found. Was this a lost cause? Probably. Daphne sighed. What was she doing here anyway? She knew Mike wanted her to spy on other places besides Brooklyn. But she really didn’t now what to do in Manhattan. They had all been pretty uptight because of what was happening. What could she do? Waltz in and say, “Hey, I want to know what you guys are planning on doing about the strike.” Yeah, right. Daphne just really was not in the spying mood.
She stopped, not wanting to walk any further unless she made up her mind. Several people bumped into her, cursing at her for stopping in middle of the road. She ignored them and focused on making up her mind. She was so empty headed lately. She had been making dumb mistakes and saying stupid things. She was angry at herself for this. Why couldn’t she fix this and get on with her life? She closed her eyes and rubbed her face, trying to wipe away all the junk in her mind. She really had no idea what was going on.
When she looked up, she noticed a boy who looked like he was in the same predicament she was in. He looked like he had no idea what to do. Daphne pitied him. Before she knew it, her feet were taking her to the place where the boy sat. Her body and mind were having trouble listening to each other. “Are you alright?” Had she said that? Obviously. The boy looked up, questioning the random stranger who chose to talk to him. New York was not a very courteous place. He probably wondered how drunk she was.
When he didn’t respond, Daphne asked again. Figuring he wouldn’t respond, Daphne sat down next to him. Why, she didn’t know. Normally she would just walk on her way, ignoring the strange boy who didn’t answer questions. But today was different. Today, Daphne wanted to do something different. Talking to a random boy who sat on a random bench in the middle of Manhattan was not something Daphne did normally, and therefore different.
You could say that Daphne was looking for trouble, because she was. She wanted someone to fight with. She wanted someone to make her angry. She wanted some change! Someone had to offer her so sort of something. And if no one offered it, then Daphne would demand it.
So, here Daphne was, looking for something that wasn’t probably going to be found. Was this a lost cause? Probably. Daphne sighed. What was she doing here anyway? She knew Mike wanted her to spy on other places besides Brooklyn. But she really didn’t now what to do in Manhattan. They had all been pretty uptight because of what was happening. What could she do? Waltz in and say, “Hey, I want to know what you guys are planning on doing about the strike.” Yeah, right. Daphne just really was not in the spying mood.
She stopped, not wanting to walk any further unless she made up her mind. Several people bumped into her, cursing at her for stopping in middle of the road. She ignored them and focused on making up her mind. She was so empty headed lately. She had been making dumb mistakes and saying stupid things. She was angry at herself for this. Why couldn’t she fix this and get on with her life? She closed her eyes and rubbed her face, trying to wipe away all the junk in her mind. She really had no idea what was going on.
When she looked up, she noticed a boy who looked like he was in the same predicament she was in. He looked like he had no idea what to do. Daphne pitied him. Before she knew it, her feet were taking her to the place where the boy sat. Her body and mind were having trouble listening to each other. “Are you alright?” Had she said that? Obviously. The boy looked up, questioning the random stranger who chose to talk to him. New York was not a very courteous place. He probably wondered how drunk she was.
When he didn’t respond, Daphne asked again. Figuring he wouldn’t respond, Daphne sat down next to him. Why, she didn’t know. Normally she would just walk on her way, ignoring the strange boy who didn’t answer questions. But today was different. Today, Daphne wanted to do something different. Talking to a random boy who sat on a random bench in the middle of Manhattan was not something Daphne did normally, and therefore different.
