A Matter Of Identity


We are all in it for the journey aren’t we. I mean we don’t have any choice. You sort of wake up and on the train of life, and then some guy comes up to you and out of nowhere says, “Ticket please” which on this journey means ” What’s Your Purpose”  and you are meant to have an answer. Something crisp and concise, but really I don’t have an answer. At home I play my music, and drink vodka from the bottle and shout out things like “Screw you” at the wall, which maintains its indifference to my tortured angsts. At home I’m free to be lost because no one is watching.

Don’t you love that word “Angst.” it gives the mundane a sense of drama don’t you think, so that was my third identity, out at evening college learning to paint, and mouthing phrases like “Social torture” because to be outside the norm here put you in the middle of the circle. A bit like work, but in a different context if you get me. That’s where I met Angela, who was shy enough to make me feel protective, if you can feel protective but still want something from someone. I mean I wanted to kiss her, because that’s natural isn’t it, and she was pretty enough, but not so much as to make her scary. Nice eyes of course, because you have to say that don’t you. I’ve never heard anyone say a girl was really pretty but her eyes were like flat tyres.

Mind you Angela really did have nice eyes so I can saying that without lying, which is a first for me. I mean I tell the truth about facts, but most of them are boring aren’t they, but the heart of it, the breathing purpose: I have no sense of that.

Someday perhaps, some mystic giant will walk out of the corner shop  late at night, as I am passing by for no real reason, and say “Phillip Walker. You are born to rescue blind cats” or something like, but till then I’ll keep my purposes short and near at hand. Kissing Angela’s a start don’t you think.

Perhaps I’ll ask her for a drink after class on Wednesday. She doesn’t look as if she knows what is going on either.

About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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18 Responses to A Matter Of Identity

  1. mikesteeden says:

    Cracking piece of writing. Your opener triggered the memory of once, ages ago on some TV show or other hearing Angus Deayton say, ‘I almost cared’ – still a firm favourite phrase I have overused


  2. catterel says:

    Oh dear – this could be a sequel to 50 Shades of Grey!


  3. i wonder how much of that “stew of dreams” is actually the unwillingness to admit there is none? How many are really like your fellow? Just another soul drifting expectations without a true direction. Well, done, Peter.


  4. A match made in heaven, I’d say….and she was pretty enough, but not so much as to make her scary…loved that line!


  5. Ina says:

    Oh dear… this can’t end well… can it?? Lovely read! xx


  6. gotham girl says:

    LOL! I love my Ducky dose first thing in the mornings! And the journey continues!


  7. backonmyown says:

    Hi Ducks. Your “turn of phrase” still captivates me. BTW, I haven’t read “Shades of Gray” either but I downloaded a sample on my reader. I read about 3-4 pages. The writing wasn’t very good. I couldn’t “lean my enthusiasm to it.” 🙂


  8. ASH says:

    You capture things so well.
    That is surely one purpose.
    You’re killing me on purpose, aren’t you?
    The only thing I ever knew for sure was that I loved a girl. My purpose was her. She did not agree.
    I’ve been making it up ever since, because, like you said…


  9. “Ticket please” = “What’s your purpose?” What a great comparison. You have such a way with words.


  10. **You are born to rescue blind cats” or something like that***

    I just love your words, dear. xx


  11. Marian Green says:

    I really love the flow of this. It wanders around… just like the subject.


  12. I’ve adopted that Brit phrase -made redundant. Love it. So much softer than ‘You’re fired’ or ‘Get outa here you slackard’.


  13. Love it! I haven’t read 50 Shades either. Sounds like a lot of fuss about nothing to me. Anyway this piece is great 😊

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  14. Wow… you definitely wrote the heck out of this composition today lol. You should see the big smile on my face


  15. A wonderful piece, and, for me, what made it real was the phrase ‘…she was pretty enough, but not so much as to make her scary’, which really brought home how we pre-judge our own worth through how we see others. A great piece of writing.


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