The Lonely Adventures of Medium Guy Part 2

Medium guy treads wearily to the kitchen. His appliances are in disarray. Crumbs from various breads and small droppings from various dishes line the counter. He opens his small refrigerator and looks around for breakfast. He instantly wonders why he opened it in the first place. It's contents are the same as they always are and always have been. His refrigerator contains a few variously placed condiments and a jug of water, and a few rank-smelling items lurking in the back. He closes it, disappointed that nothing good magically appeared for him to eat. Medium Guy rubs his chin, as if stroking some invisible beard, and thinks about breakfast for a moment. His dimly lit kitchen reflects his dimly lit attitude as he still fights the temptation to ignore work and crawl back into bed on this cold morning. He scours the kitchen with his hawkeye vision in search of other edibles. He successfully scouts some bread and settles for a simple breakfast of toast. He stares deeply and thoughtfully into space as he waits for his bread to toast. When his toast is actually finished and buttered, he stares even more thoughtfully at his pathetic breakfast. His stares are not a product of self-pity, but of confusion at this entire daily process. This vacant stare and thoughtfulness yield no answers or better understanding, but usually bring about more questions.

His loneliness engulfs him and upsets him to the point of extreme emotion. All people, he feels, need this extreme dosage of emotion in their life, and if he does not receive it in the form of happiness, love, or loss, he feels that it will find him in the form of loneliness or depression. This kind of emotion is frustrating and confusing, though. Instead of knowing how to deal with emotions by feeling them out, this kind of emotion visits him as a vast amount of nothingness. It is a blank white sheet, that hangs before him. If it were an emotion like happiness, he would laugh. If it were an emotion like the death of a loved one, he would cry and remember them. The emotions of loneliness and mediocrity have no set guidelines for how to react. No one suffering from such despairity has left any clear precedents to follow, except for suicide, and Medium Guy has no intentions of such a cowardly approach. It is something that in a setting of financial stability, and average success, people do not deem as something important enough to prioritize or talk about, and therefore suffer silently. "And what is the cure for it?" Medium Guy thinks to himself, "Love? Money? Change of atmosphere?" He cannot pinpoint the cure, because he cannot pinpoint the actual problem. Life, according to an average standard, is good. He can afford rent. He can afford food. He has a stable job. "So perhaps stability," he muses, "Is the real culprit." But he knows that he hasn't the courage to give up his daily drug-like dosage of stability. He only knows that life is miserably boring, and he ponders that point for the first, but cetainly not the last time today.

Medium Guy meanders into his living room while finishing his toast. He clicks on the television and numbly stares as that guy on the news tells him more than anyone really wants to know. Medium Guy soon becomes bored with the news. If the world were to blow up tomorrow, Medium Guy would like to know, but beyond that, he cares very little for the rest of the world's news. He briefly reflects as he turns off the television that every person on that television, as well as in the world, has a story just as complicated, if not more so, than his. He then shuts off that thought as quickly and easily as he does the TV.