Post by François Laffont on Aug 18, 2014 18:12:14 GMT -6
Franck had come to a conclusion. He was a doormat. Somehow, he thought that he should feel worse than this now that he knew it. It did came as some sort of epiphany, hit him right in the face and left him speechless and all. Yet he was barely reacting now that the shock was passed. He really let it happen. People had been able to use him as much as they did because he let them. He couldn’t bring himself to say no. He tried to reason Frank and gave up, he swore he would not help Scott and he did. The list was endless. And all of this because he was too good. Well, that had to change.
He didn't intend to become rebellious or to start insulting people. But he wouldn’t let them do of him as they pleased. He needed to be selfish a little, to think about what he wanted for a change. But what did he want? Franck had defined himself so much through his friends that it seemed almost impossible for him to think of himself as an individual and focus on his need alone.
He thought that maybe he could start with small desires, as if going out to the mall, on his own, proved his independence and everything. It only proved he could go to the mall on his own. Not an exploit for an eighteen year old boy. And since he had nothing to do there really, he just wandered around. He ended up buying some pastry and sat on one of the many benches they placed around the mall. Pulling out his MP3 player, he went through his music until he found the one he was looking for. Stromae. He really loved his music. Once he got it, he pulled the earphones and put one on, letting the other dangle. Was that being independent, to eat pastry while listening to music, because you chose to? Suddenly, doing things the selfish way didn’t sound as amusing as it was.
OoC: In case you want to know what Stromae's music sounds like, here's a link