The man woke up at 7.40 in the morning. Just like any other morning. He washed his face with peeling gel, brushed his teeth thoroughly and gargled some mouthwash. He peed long and moaned while doing it. He then took a shower and stayed naked to dry. He contemplated his aging face in the huge bathroom mirror. Counted the wrinkles and covered them with revitalizing cream. Threw a look at his abdomen and sighed. It was never going to look like he wanted. Just as his cock will never grow bigger than it was. Not that any of it mattered.
He then prepared himself a big strong black coffee and a gluten-, lactose- free breakfast. Squashed some oranges and drank their fresh juice for energy. While eating he watched one of his favorite daily tv-shows. Afterwards he attended his physical needs, enhanced by the coffee. Picked some cloths, threw some books in the backpack and left for work.
The metro ride was the same as always. Same people not paying attention to anything else but their books, phones or tablets. Here and there some in-love girl kissing and caressing her lucky boyfriend. At least he thought they were lucky. No one seemed to look or treat or love him like that. He wasn't sad or envious though. Not anymore. In the past he used to indulge the idea of having someone in his life, maybe a thin girl like that on his right, or a blue eyed one with beautiful smile like the one sitting in front of him, or the cheerful one gazing at her boyfriend standing on the isle... But he had spent so much time alone that he wasn't even sure if he was still able to put up or appreciate such behavior if it was to happen to him. Now he was just observing, quick mental notes, before he returned to the music in his earphones and wandering thoughts.
At work his attention and interest varied with the topic of his research or the daily task. As for anyone else some of his working days were good, some were better, some just were. Usually after lunch he was already counting the remaining time before he could leave. At 5 he was always ready to go. Not home but to the nearby gym for a light training or a short, 4-5 k run. He enjoyed the void in his head while engaged in some physical activity. And the fact that he kept a reasonable shape compared to the one he used to have some years ago. It was after all his greatest physical achievement. Something he was ridiculously proud of for years now.
At 6.30, as any other day, he was going for a fresh salad with chicken or turkey. Low fat protein. Evenings he enjoyed easy meals although they weren't always possible. On the way home he was already making a mental plan for the tv show and the daily 1-2 h read. When he arrived he decided to do some push ups before taking a shower. And after the push ups, as he saw his naked, sweaty body, he felt something similar to an erection coming. There were more than three weeks since he last had an orgasm so masturbation seemed like a good idea. He jerked off quickly in the shower. After all he wasn't enjoying the activity, just releasing tension, so the sooner, the better. Washed him-self and returned in front of the screen. As the shows were loading, he checked the emails, answered one or two, read the sports headlines and felt a bit down.
At 10 the show was done and he started reading, a bit absent minded. At 12 he put down the book, went to pee and brush his teeth, drank some water, switched off the lights and went to bed. Two hours later his heart stopped. He died with a sigh, releasing a final breath as if he regretted leaving so soon and living such a pointless life. When they found him, 2 days later, his body was already decomposing. The same rush that characterized his life seemed to follow up in death too. They buried him with a small ceremony since he didn't have many friends and most of them didn't even know he died. Nobody bothered to check his laptop in due course to notice his written wish to be cremated. When they did, they were shocked only by the large number of digital comics and the weird porn flick they've found.
Few months later he was already forgotten.
He then prepared himself a big strong black coffee and a gluten-, lactose- free breakfast. Squashed some oranges and drank their fresh juice for energy. While eating he watched one of his favorite daily tv-shows. Afterwards he attended his physical needs, enhanced by the coffee. Picked some cloths, threw some books in the backpack and left for work.
The metro ride was the same as always. Same people not paying attention to anything else but their books, phones or tablets. Here and there some in-love girl kissing and caressing her lucky boyfriend. At least he thought they were lucky. No one seemed to look or treat or love him like that. He wasn't sad or envious though. Not anymore. In the past he used to indulge the idea of having someone in his life, maybe a thin girl like that on his right, or a blue eyed one with beautiful smile like the one sitting in front of him, or the cheerful one gazing at her boyfriend standing on the isle... But he had spent so much time alone that he wasn't even sure if he was still able to put up or appreciate such behavior if it was to happen to him. Now he was just observing, quick mental notes, before he returned to the music in his earphones and wandering thoughts.
At work his attention and interest varied with the topic of his research or the daily task. As for anyone else some of his working days were good, some were better, some just were. Usually after lunch he was already counting the remaining time before he could leave. At 5 he was always ready to go. Not home but to the nearby gym for a light training or a short, 4-5 k run. He enjoyed the void in his head while engaged in some physical activity. And the fact that he kept a reasonable shape compared to the one he used to have some years ago. It was after all his greatest physical achievement. Something he was ridiculously proud of for years now.
At 6.30, as any other day, he was going for a fresh salad with chicken or turkey. Low fat protein. Evenings he enjoyed easy meals although they weren't always possible. On the way home he was already making a mental plan for the tv show and the daily 1-2 h read. When he arrived he decided to do some push ups before taking a shower. And after the push ups, as he saw his naked, sweaty body, he felt something similar to an erection coming. There were more than three weeks since he last had an orgasm so masturbation seemed like a good idea. He jerked off quickly in the shower. After all he wasn't enjoying the activity, just releasing tension, so the sooner, the better. Washed him-self and returned in front of the screen. As the shows were loading, he checked the emails, answered one or two, read the sports headlines and felt a bit down.
At 10 the show was done and he started reading, a bit absent minded. At 12 he put down the book, went to pee and brush his teeth, drank some water, switched off the lights and went to bed. Two hours later his heart stopped. He died with a sigh, releasing a final breath as if he regretted leaving so soon and living such a pointless life. When they found him, 2 days later, his body was already decomposing. The same rush that characterized his life seemed to follow up in death too. They buried him with a small ceremony since he didn't have many friends and most of them didn't even know he died. Nobody bothered to check his laptop in due course to notice his written wish to be cremated. When they did, they were shocked only by the large number of digital comics and the weird porn flick they've found.
Few months later he was already forgotten.
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