On the Importance of Always Remaining Just a Bit Out of Touch With Reality – Part III

When the girl finds herself somewhat restless with her life, she sometimes finds it helpful to distract herself with certain comforting thoughts:

That if her more paranoid friends are right and the government really is watching everything we do, then she should be receiving a call from CSIS any day to offer her a position as a secret agent based on the fact that they have been monitoring her near-genius skills at Sudoku.  She looks forward to having a good dental package.

That if she watches enough reruns of Prison Break, Alias and McGyver, she will be equipped to escape any possible tight situation she might encounter as a secret agent.

That she was totally justified in buying those cute boots, because secret agents always wear cute boots.

And that no one would ever suspect nerdy blogger girl of being a secret agent.  This is the perfect cover.

On the Importance of Always Remaining Just a Bit Out of Touch With Reality – Part II

A girl sits alone in a small emergency dispatch office.  It is the middle of the night.  The room is dark but for a single light above the desk and the twinkling of the Christmas tree lights.

She sits before the monumental task of preparing the monthly emergency reports with the satisfaction that comes from creating order from chaos.  It  is a good job.  It makes her feel important.

But in the back of her mind, she is dreaming of far-off places and the adventures that they hold.  The smell of the Christmas tree stirs a sense of anticipation; the old year draws to an end and a new one is about to begin.  She inhales deeply and shivers with pleasure at the mysteries that lie ahead.

Suddenly, a radio crackles to life, a radio which ensures constant communication with emergency personnel.  The girl casts aside her musings and leaps into action.  There is important business here, lives to be saved.

She keys the mike and speaks.  “Scotia here.  Go ahead, over.”

The speakers crackle again.  A momentary pause.  Then the firefighter’s voice bursts forth, with only a hint of suppressed laughter.

“What are you wearing?”

*headdesk*

Another Friday night in Bridgewater.

On the Importance of Always Remaining Just a Bit Out of Touch With Reality

A girl is alone in a small emergency dispatch office.  It is the middle of the night.  She signs off on the radio with a firefighter returning home after a call and stands to stretch her legs.

As she waits for water to boil for her second cup of coffee of the night, she throws open the window and leans out over the windowbox to breathe in the clean night air.  The world is still.  She rests her chin on her hands and sighs, gazing at the sky and thinking big thoughts about life, love, and polar bears.  She likes the old window with its flowerbox, because it makes her feel vaguely French.  In a few hours, she will lean out again to watch the sun rise, as she does every morning.  Soon she will have a hot, sweet cup of hazelnut cream coffee.  Life is good and she is at peace.

A voice penetrates the darkness.

“No!  Fuck YOU, asshole!!!”

Another Friday night in Bridgewater.

*sigh*