Perspective

She was going to meet that person because that person was that person, and she could already feel her emotions doing something because that person was just that kind of person.

She could just see that person right now—standing, lying, sitting there, staring at something, thinking, feeling something, using, moving, touching some part of their body—doing something just so typical of what that person would do.

On the train, she looked around for a person that could be just that kind of person. But that person across from, next to, diagonal to her looked like they couldn't become that person without becoming that kind of person too.

She came out of the station and began walking towards where that person was, thinking about how she would handle that person because that person seemed to exist just to make her life a certain way.

She could get advice, change her name, screen calls, avoid, Google, that person, tell that person exactly what she thought about them.

She got there and blinked to see that person just, being there.

There was really nobody like that person, she thought, and she really didn't know whether that was a good or bad thing.

Kindra J. Ferriabough thinks that life is pretty funny, which, all things considering, is pretty damn funny.  Some of her work can be seen at Ken*Again, Clockwise Cat, Calliope Nerve and DOGZPLOT.