Today, I will present to you a story. Something we haven’t done here on JWAB before is post fiction. We’ve never come up with some short stories (not articles) to maybe entertain (or in today’s case, confuse) the audience.

“Tell me. What goes on in that head of yours?

My head? I’m not exactly sure. I’m really a basketcase.

Why do you say that?

Well, for starters, I’m an entirely open book. I tell anyone and everyone anything and everything. There’s no one that I keep secrets from, besides of course my parents, but that’s besides the point. Doesn’t everyone? Anyway, I may be an open book, but no one knows my thoughts. People don’t seem to understand how I function, y’know?

Well, that’s what we’re poking at. For the longest time I’ve known you, and yet I’ve never really been able to find a good word to describe you. I flirted with obnoxious, but you’re also one of the nicest people I know. Annoying, yeah, sure, but you don’t care; you’re extremely helpful and no matter how much anyone hates you, you can get them to like you or at the very least tolerate you…

Your point?

Enigmatic.

What?

Enigmatic. That’s what you are. You creative little bugger, you.

Hmm… ‘Enigmatic,’ huh? It seems fitting, yeah.

Think about it.

I won’t think too hard. I tend to do that quite a lot.

Seriously, what do you want to be when you grow up?

A lover.

Professionally, idiot!

Oh, well, a graphic artist, ideally. Illustration and photography are what I’m best at. I’m definitely shitty at painting, there’s no other way to describe it. I guess you can say I have artistic talent. Not much in my opinion, really not enough to be paid for it, but people seem to like my work.

An artist? Aren’t you really smart, though?

Grade-wise, yes, you can call me smart. My brain has been on a bit of a decline t-

A decline? Yeah, right, says the boy with a four-point-oh GPA.

But I like being creative more. It’s just a lot more thought intensive. I can let my weird out.

But if you have a powerful brain, why don’t you use it to your advantage and do something that’s secure?

Because that would be a risk I’m not willing to take.

God, I don’t get you.

Is there a ‘god?’

I don’t think you believe in one, huh.

Well, I believe there’s a chance that a god or gods exist, but no, I just think we exist. Why let your life be dictated by a misinterpreted, abused, and manipulated antiquated collection of fantasy stories?

Alright, so you look for logic. Seems legit.

Don’t use that phrase, ever.

Sorry. We’re getting sidetracked.

No we aren’t, we’re still on line. The line is just wibbly-wobbly. At least I think we’re still on line. Come up with another word for me?

No, but you’re weird.

I’d much rather say my mind is an enigma.

Well, damn straight.

Then I guess that’s how you ought to describe me.

Enigmatic,” I mumbled to myself in the weary hours of sunrise, in the wake of another sleepless eve.

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