They were just two straight, utterly boring lines.
I’ve dealt with lines all my life and I never thought that certain kinds of lines could render me speechless, confused, wrecked, broken, nervous, and scared all at the same time. Well yeah, I’ve felt these things whenever I was taking a wretched math exam with different kinds of mind-boggling lines – intersecting lines, number lines, line graphs, perpendicular lines…
Anyway, back to the topic.
Point is… two points make a line. The shortest distance between two points is a line. Uhh?
The point is I’ve never felt extremely depressed and baffled about lines before. Not when I was learning all those geographic lines at school. Not when I was trying to picture those imaginary lines running along the surface of the earth. Not when our teacher introduced to us the equator, prime meridian, Tropic of Capricorn, Tropic of Cancer, longitudes, latitudes…
I was off-topic again, wasn’t I?
Forgive me, thinking about lines could really disturb my line of thought, no pun intended.
What I was trying to say is that two innocent small lines, like what I was looking at, should be perfectly harmless, shouldn’t they? I mean, lines are not really evil in nature, except when they were the reasons why I almost flunked my Analytical Geometry exam last week. They are even one of the most basic elements of art, which means they are the foundations of a perfect million-dollar artwork, right? Right? I shouldn’t be extremely upset about lines. I shouldn’t be freaking out about lines like this. About these two lines in particular.
Ugh, I could no longer think straight. I’m going to puke. Or faint. Maybe both.
I closed my eyes, reciting all kinds of lines that I could think of on top of my head, hoping that when I opened my eyes again, I wouldn’t see these two lines anymore.
Tangent line, borderline, state line, laugh line, waistline, hipline, zip line, skyline, poetry line, lifeline, bloodline, fault line, shoreline, telephone line, clothesline, fishing line, shipping line, frontline, deadline, dateline, headline, tagline, saline, crystalline, gasoline – wait, wait, stop!
Damn, I hate my brain.
Slowly, I opened my eyes, hoping against hope that the two lines I was looking at, no, staring at earlier was now gone, or transformed into something that doesn’t resemble two lines.
And there, just my luck!
Still two lines.
Fuck, I’m pregnant.
Super thanks to vengekeemful, without whom this story would still be an idea that's slowly rotting in my brain. You're so supportive! :) Arigatou gozaimasu!