Maistress
03-03-08, 08:45 AM
He disliked and distrusted the sex, but he was always a chivalrous opponent. -Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Case of the Dying Detective
I really detested city life.
Having never been fond of people as a whole, it was a quiet comfort to me to finally find myself alone and at peace. Well, “peace” is a relative term. The forest I currently inhabited was just as noisy as a small town, what with the rustle of the wind synching up with the screams of forest creatures. The true peace, however, came from the lack of human contact. I had long suffered from the stupidity of mankind’s actions and I had had quite enough of that to last me the rest of my life.
One day I will eventually go mad, there is no doubt about that. My lifestyle is erratic and I am often left only to my own thoughts which, as profound as they may be, are no substitution to a carbon-based life form that, for whatever reason, opens its mouth to make an attempt to string words together into sentences. I have met many such fools but they do not interest me in the slightest.
I was enjoying the pockets of sunlight that escaped the cover of trees to splay out on the forest floor. These splashes of warmth reminded me of a time when I enjoyed life and saw its benefits. Looking at them now, I felt a deep-seeded regret for the life I was forced to live and a yearning for the things I could never do. Unaccustomed to this degree of sadness, I shook my head lightly and closed my eyes, my head leaning against a tree. I need purpose, I thought, something to fill the empty spaces with.
Bored with this train of thought, I decided to do something more productive: playing with sticks. I felt like a 5 year old girl, weaving bits of sticks and leaves together to make a crown. It was busy work, though, and it left me with little to concentrate on outside of my self-assigned “work”. “Over, under, over, under,” I began to chant to myself.
Just as I was completing my great work, I heard a rustle a few feet down from the clearing where I was parked. Light footfalls came closer and closer and I once again closed my eyes, Perfect, I thought, my peace has ended.
I really detested city life.
Having never been fond of people as a whole, it was a quiet comfort to me to finally find myself alone and at peace. Well, “peace” is a relative term. The forest I currently inhabited was just as noisy as a small town, what with the rustle of the wind synching up with the screams of forest creatures. The true peace, however, came from the lack of human contact. I had long suffered from the stupidity of mankind’s actions and I had had quite enough of that to last me the rest of my life.
One day I will eventually go mad, there is no doubt about that. My lifestyle is erratic and I am often left only to my own thoughts which, as profound as they may be, are no substitution to a carbon-based life form that, for whatever reason, opens its mouth to make an attempt to string words together into sentences. I have met many such fools but they do not interest me in the slightest.
I was enjoying the pockets of sunlight that escaped the cover of trees to splay out on the forest floor. These splashes of warmth reminded me of a time when I enjoyed life and saw its benefits. Looking at them now, I felt a deep-seeded regret for the life I was forced to live and a yearning for the things I could never do. Unaccustomed to this degree of sadness, I shook my head lightly and closed my eyes, my head leaning against a tree. I need purpose, I thought, something to fill the empty spaces with.
Bored with this train of thought, I decided to do something more productive: playing with sticks. I felt like a 5 year old girl, weaving bits of sticks and leaves together to make a crown. It was busy work, though, and it left me with little to concentrate on outside of my self-assigned “work”. “Over, under, over, under,” I began to chant to myself.
Just as I was completing my great work, I heard a rustle a few feet down from the clearing where I was parked. Light footfalls came closer and closer and I once again closed my eyes, Perfect, I thought, my peace has ended.