THE MAGIC OF SOMETHING BY DAVID JOSEPH NIELSEN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 98
It all started at a certain point, but who cares about that? It felt wrong. That’s what mattered. It felt like a square peg was shoved into a round hole or more accurately like a pink peg was shoved into a blue hole.
Was this OK? Peer social conditioning told the man it was not. Conscious self-judgement and embarrassment concurred. What even was it?
VOICE 1
(deadpan)
The reason I’ve been so busy is that I have a boyfriend now.
VOICE 2
A wha—?!
VOICE 1
(deadpan)
A boyfriend.
VOICE 2
A wha—?!
VOICE 1
(deadpan)
A boyfriend.
VOICE 2
A wha—?!
VOICE 1
(deadpan)
A boyfriend.
VOICE 2
That’s so exciting! My sister in love!
VOICE 1
(deadpan)
Technically, we’re in “like”.
What am I listening to? No, seriously? The man woke to the sound of the television. You can only force yourself to sleep for so long until you are just lying down for the hell of it.
And this was not his bed. It was the bed of his parents. His father had gotten used to sleepi…