Dr. Fantastic, M.D.

The thoughts, ramblings, philosophies, writings, ideas, presumptions, concoctions, conjurations, conjugations and congregations of one Joel Petrie.

It is late at night.

I've decided to go on a walk. Its cold and there's a light snow. A man drives by and gives me a funny look- As I walk it becomes harder and harder to move my legs, as if I'm walking up a steep hill- my legs become tired- its so hard to move by the end that I have to use fences, lamposts and treest to continue forward (but this is only this bad as I'm finding out the news)

I then get a text message from Kyle Fotheringham that states "The girl it seems you want to marry is standing right next to me and it seems she wants to marry the guy she's with, and lake seems to be light as a feather because of it". The last bit confuses me mildly- then there is a follow up text that says "I meant Jake not lake seems to be light as a feather because of it" (predictive text messed up his name apparently)

So I call Kyle, there's lots of noise in the background- and music. I ask "So she's acting like she's married to Jake?" Kyle says "Yes, she's flirting with him and there's continual sexual references" I say "She's not kissing him is she?" "Oh no- yea she is" comes the very Kyle-like reply.

"Oh- excuse me, I'll call you right back" My voice is calm, quick. I'm filled with heart-broken rage.

I call her immediately- Under her breath as if she's talking to me but doesn't want me to hear, but I do, she mutters "Would you just leave me alone?" then "yeah?" the same music and noise fills the background.

"Kyle just told me everything" I say. "So, why would I care?" she replies.

I recount what he said very fast so she can't interrupt. My legs work now, I've found a field of rare white orchids- my fist wraps around the stem of one and proceeds to destroy it- my voice feels a bit shaky, panicked and stressed.

When I finish, without any thought or regard to what I had just said, she finishes the conversation- "Okay, well I'll see you later then?"

"No- what!?" I'm in an Orchard. Destroyed orchid in my hand.

"Goodbye!" Her voice is exceptionally cheerful. My pain is unimaginable.

I wake up.

I send you the text.

I can't get back to sleep.

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