Neg Head
Monday He stayed till late that morning watching telly again. He knew he shouldn't have, he should have gotten some rest, but he couldn't help himself. He was groggy. Dragging himself to work today. There she was, calling again. He couldn't stand it when she was becoming neurotic. He knew deep down that it was all due to lack of trust. It was frustrating though. He hated his job. He felt so disconnected from his peers at work. He always felt like the odd fish out. But he didn't mind that. He actually knew that their professional persona was nothing but a sham. Losing himself inside a film or a TV series, always made him at ease. It was the only thing that could quieten his busy head. His "busy" head. That's what he called it. " I've got a busy head", he'd tell her and she'd look at him with that nervous look. He was so annoyed with her sometimes. How she would never relax and she'd get obsessed with the most trivial things.