Entheo
"Yeah whats wrong with me being-"
Entheo's cool blue eyes looked down and to the side at the hand that had come down onto his shoulder. Those same eyes quickly moved back to meet the professor's gaze. "Wow this is a lot. Your saying a lot to me."
Look, i'm sorry.
What are you apologizing for?
This man is making me feel like maybe I go a bit too far in teasing you.
Wow...
And thats when Entheo felt himself lifted off the ground. He stared at the floor before once again returning his gaze to the man. There was no more back talk. Instead, he took a deep breath and patiently listened to the man's rant. All the while, his mind drifted, influenced by the man's strong words. Can't accept that people care huh? Maybe back then...
10 years ago
“No I don’t need your food mom. I packed my own lunch before I left for school.” Entheo turned away from his mother, staring out into the distance beyond the window. It was highschool. The times when the world still felt so small, before he had met Sakuyomi Gezo.
A woman who looked to be in her late thirties smiled at Entheo, poking his shoulder with a lunch box. “C’mon honey. I came all the way here!”
“What is he talking about?” one guy asked. It was a group of boys all gathered together to play with some new fad toy that was getting popular. “More like who is he talking to?” another guy in the group responded.
“Honey you have to eat your food properly if you want to grow proper!”
“I’m in highschool now mom, this is embarrassing," Entheo said with a groan. He waved, pushing his mom away. She puffed up her cheeks and growled at him.
“I heard his mother died when he was young. They say he has some sort of mental disorder or something, talks to her to deal with the grief. Thats what I was told at least,” a girl in the group said. “You’d think by now he’d learn to stop talking to himself. Ugh its so creepy!”
The chair grinded against the floor, pushed back by Entheo as he stood up. “MOM enough! You can’t keep doing this every day! Your too damn overprotective!”
“I’m only doing this because I love you Entheo. C’mon a real man is secure in expressing his emotions for his mommy! Didn’t your father teach you that!”
“MY DAD’S DEAD!” Entheo said, storming off.
“SO AM I SOOOOON!" she yelled back, chasing the young man out of the room. "You can’t get rid of me so easily! Profess your love for mommy like a real man!”
“For the love of- NO ONE DOES THAT MOM ITS LAME! GODDAMN IT I WISH YOU WERE ALIVE SO I COULD HAVE SOME DAMN PEACE!”
The group of kids sighed. It was as if watching him yell at nothing was an emotionally taxing thing in of itself. “Yeesh,” one of them said, breaking the silence that followed the screaming. "I don't even know how to unpack that.
Back to the present
Entheo smiled at the old memories, even while looking into the man's eyes. His mom was a little extra, but when he thought back to those old times, all he could think about was how nice it was to always have her around. No I don't think I ever needed to be validated. As long as I have support from people who love me then.... I don't think I need any validation from anyone.
Well said but you realize it is precisely that attitude that makes people so mad right? People want you to care about what they say and how they feel about you.
Maybe, but I don't see how worrying about something like that helps anyone.
That reminds me, why are you letting him yell at you?
Why not? Its gotta be cathartic for him right? Besides, I want to be considerate of his feelings, listen to what he says. He sounds like he needs it.
Entheo fell to the ground ass first before standing up and brushing himself off. A hand rubbed his hair, one eye open and the other closed. "I don't know are we cool? All that stuff you just said, is that all really about me? I was just doing what I thought was right back there, no more and no less. If you didn't really care about those people then..... why do you care how I treat them?"