We are all born into this into this world seeing it without color, just black and white. If we are lucky, we will meet the one who holds our key to seeing the world for what it truley is, colorful. That someone is our "soul mate".
Or at least that what they told me.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Micheal Bivens, I am 34 years old and I still havn't met my soul mate. I'm starting to beleive that this whole soul mate theory is a bunch of bullshit. As a child, the thought of finding someone who will make me happy for all internity thrilled me. It quickly turned me into a social butterfly. The moment I turned 18, I had an account on every dating website known to man and found nothing. I know I sound desperet, but I'm tired of living in this dull state of mind. Do you know how frustraiting it is to not know the color of your own eyes. So I'm giving up on my happness at this point. I can't do this anymore.
Today, just like every other day, I'm headed off to work. I'm a lawyer who works at one of those big time companies you always here about on late night TV commercials. If you have to know why I became a lawyer, I'll tell you. No, my parents didn't die a tragec death. No, I wasn't abused as a child. I just wanted something that my soul mate would be proud of.
Not even five minutes of sitting at my office desk my lovely co-worker Casey barges through my door.
"Bivens!" She screached, but I continued to type away on my computer
"Dont act like you cant hear me, Bivens," she continued to scream. I let out a deep sigh, leaned back in my chair, crossed my arms, and looked at her dead in the eye.
"This better be important, I'm working,"
"Isn't it always," she said.
"Last time you said it was important, we got new vending machines in the break room," I deadpanned.
"For your information they had sunchips, you ungrateful prick," she playfully insulted me. Before I could responed, she contined talking. "But that's not the point, guess who got a new assistant?"
"I don't know, who?"
" You have to guess, that's the whole point of the game," Casey has this magic ability to turn anything into a game. If only we had more people like her in the world, we wouldn't need soulmates to keep us happy.
"We both know I'm not going to play this game," I said, hoping that she would get on with it because I really need to get back to work.
"God you're no fun! Ok fine Aarons got a new assistant,"
My face scrunched up as soon as his name left her lips. I fucking hate Aarons. He's rude dissrespectful, doesn't know how to take anything seriously, and just an overall prick.Worst of all, somehow he was lucky enough to meet his soulmate. You would think that meeting his soulmate would make him a better person, but he still acts like a walking dick.
"I don't see why this is important," I stated, clearly not giving a shit.
"It's important because his assistant is fucking gorgeous even in black and white," That's right, she hasn't met her soulmate either. It's easy to forget sometimes with how happy she allways is. My thoughts were inturupted when exited rambles poured out of her mouth.
"He has the most adorable mop of curly hair and the cutest bubble butt," This conversation got really confusing really quick, I just had to ask questions.
"Wait, hold up, we are talking about a guy, right? Since when were you attracted to them? Last time i checked, you completely sworn off guys," I rushed her with questions in hope to understand what was happening.
"Yes, we are talking about a guy. I still find them attractive, I just don't like them and I didn't say that he was for me," she quickly answered all my questions, but I was still confused.
"Then who is he for?" I questioned her again. I was now extremely curious.
"He's for you, duh," she said like it was obvious. My curiousity was replaced with dumbfoundness.
"What do you mean?" Another question.
"You, Micheal Bivens, have a potential canidate for your unconditional love," she said prouldy. I gave her a sarcastic chuckle before returning to the work that was waiting for me on my computer.
"Like that will ever happen," I said emotionless.
"C'mon, lighten up! You never know, he could be the one," she tried to encourage me.
"You know I don't like talking about this, Willson," Talking about this only results in pissing me off.
"What happened to you? You're just so sad and angry all the time, it's not good," she groaned at me.
"Please shut the door on your way out," I said letting her know that the conversation was over. She scoffed at my pathetic attempt to get her to leave.
"You know what, Micheal? You can't just go through life being miserable and expecting the worst out of everything, you'll never find peace that way. Every day I see you walk in here allways looking the same, but your eyes look more lifeless than the day before. Your own action are eating away at your own soul and you do nothing to stop it! Your deadly sick and you're holding the antidote, but you're too stubborn to take it. Enough is enough. I expect to see you in the break room at ten sharp and don't be late," she instructed me then turned on her heels, walked out the room, and slammed the door.
I looked to my right at the clock on the wall and relized that I only had an hour and 45 minuted before I had to go meet Casey. I know better than to not listen to her, refusing her commands will only result in more drama and conflict. I decided to go with the lesser of two evils. I thought that I was finally going to be able to work in peace, but the harder I tried to consentrate, the more Casey's words seemed to slip into my train of thought.
Was I really just hurting myself?
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