The waiting room

If its a reflexion of society we are in for a not so wholesome treat. If its a reflexion of the future, ditto. An obligated leisure is accompanied with the worst choices. Sloth, played by the common individual. The individual that arduously or not, is free at 10am on a summer Monday. They are scattered in a small squared room with an enormous plasma tv that was surprizingly shut off waiting to be called by a random person part of a tellership line. The characters are redundant usually. If it were a reality show, it would only have one episode, probably similar to this one. Several mothers, two or three single persons, a father and his daughter and a grandma. When it comes to choosing leisure activities, the first ones on the list are the single people. What do they choose? For starters the waiting room already provides an easy answer to our question. According to mere sex (age and society) usually women fall to the pit. They grab cheeky magazines, they read gossip, they watch the pictures and read the fake articles. If they could suck the magazine, they would. If the selection of magazines is vast, a selective look at the pictures will do. The more, the better. In this particular case, the only single man in the room was staring at nothingness. His existence could be obviated because, according to experts, his mind was probably blank and his purpose in life diffused. Their neurons are debilitated by the lack of activity in their brains, and even if they knew this, they would not act upon it for it would probably mean too much work. In an even worse stage is the father that with his daughter present, chooses to keep his sunglasses on and without much effort to disguise his will, he stares at the breasts of the female in front of him. A perverted yet open mind could suggest his neurons are not so wasted for he carries a conversation with his daughter while doing so and for this types of males, multitasking is not common. Though, it is important to remember these specific types of multitasking can be taught. The association of both activities, if practiced regularly, create a pathway in the brain that makes this activity a practically innate act. He is oblivious to the fact that the potential breasts of his daughter will become the protagonist of this perverted cycle. The grandmother character, only because of age, can be exempt from criticism. The worst character of them all, (in personal opinion) is one of the mothers. For she shamelessly punishes her children every minute. Consciously or not, she blames her children for their own birth. It is a live abortion before my eyes, performed by the own mother, on what would seem like a daily ritual. On her free minutes she ignores them and stares at me. I feel her bashful eyes drawing half moons around the room, when I catch her. I could guess that she envies me, but that would be too easy. If her neurons are severely wasted, she probably stares at me, just because I am in front of her. I stare back because of curiosity. She could have been staring at the book in my hands or puzzled by my writing ability. An ability rewinded in her life in angry attempts to teach her abortion-babies to write. The other mother talks to her child while and her teenager child, talks back. It would be a wholesome picture that could save the scene (in addition to the grandma) that is sadly damaged by the cellular phone on the child hands and her ability to respond and play with it. We are all part of the same hell. Part of this society and guilty of what it has become. It would be great if in addition to the leisure activities they have chosen for this particular Monday morning, they would be multitasking a thoughtful brain, looking forward to stimulate their neurons and create hope.