JustaGuy

Just a guy.

Passing through.

As they all tend to do.

They all like to assert themselves in different ways.

He refused directions.

Maybe is was a macho kind of thing.

It didn't impress me.

He called me 'ebullient'. I had to look it up in the dictionary.

I laughed. No one would ever describe me as such. e·bul·lient. Ha.

By now the details are fuzzy.

His face.

His name.

What was spoken about.

Just a guy,

Is all he was.

Soon, I won't remember him at all.

Maybe the next one will be better.

Or the next one.

Or the one after that.

No way to know.

I hope I can muster enough enthusiasm,

For The Guy.

In a weird way, I feel so... normal.

Normal is so boring.

Does that make me.... boring?

It's funny the things you end up remembering.

You can't erase an experience, even if you want to.

Do you want to?

Leave it on the Timeline of your brain.

Let it be a learning experience.

Call it Growth.

He is.

Was.

Always will be.

JustaGuy.

Until one day,

I'll meet someone.

Who will turn out,

Not to be,

JustaGuy

After all.