A Little Too Human

A casual look to the side, she's approaching.

Quick, put on a smile.

Good morning, how's your day?

The words matter not;

They're just to cope with the shared experience of life.

Laugh at her story, it's easier than making observation.

Interaction over. Whew, made it through another one.

The worst of it is over.

Or, not. Surprise!

A casual conversation takes a sharp turn.

Time to contribute. Maybe it's time for a story.

Stories always placate. The more personal the better.

It's not time for desperation. An intimate story of success it is.

Are they placated yet?

Say something to end this interaction. Anything to hide.

Being human, like any other endeavor, can be streaky.

Just remember: don't overact. That's a little too human.

To say that I don't feel human is a bit of a misstatement. It's not really a feeling, but more an observation. I observe the action, emotion, personality of others. They're all easily replicated, yet an actor is never truly the subject they interpret. In this sense, it would be easy to mistake the outward appearance of humanity one might detect as their gaze fell upon me. I would, however, caution one to not make the mistake of concluding that lacking humanity is inhumanity. There are no cruel concoctions, malicious motivations. Just the emptiness of a sweet breeze whipping about the open ocean.