Anne sat down on the faded couch wanting to unwind after a long day at work, losing herself in reality TV, watching people unaware that their private lives are on display for the world to watch. She slouched low, burying herself in the folds of the overstuffed sofa curious about the five college students who live together. What Anne knew, as did anyone else who tuned in daily, that these students were offered free rent in an on-campus house, as part of an internship.
What the students didn’t know was that they were part of an experiment, based on the movie The Truman Show, to see if in fact their lives can be truthfully documented. The psychologist running the test was interested to know how five, very diverse, unsuspecting people would interact. He was hoping to learn more about how the human mind thinks, the value of facial expressions and body language and also why people have hidden agendas.
Anne indulges, every afternoon, in the unedited show, soaking in the truths of the unsuspecting young adults as they live a carefree lifestyle. Yet, she feels slightly guilty for watching them, without their knowing.
“My guilty pleasure,” she whispers, as current events unfold before her eyes.
Vocabulary Words: Snarky: having a snotty attitude License: a type of ID card used as proof to legally drive Dumbo: a person who seems to have no common sense, nor a reason for owning a driver’s license Rules: a set of expectations
I’m having a snarky attitude this afternoon.
I was driving home, as cool as can be, maneuvering through traffic carefully, skillfully, and very thoughtfully. So when I began exiting onto an offramp, slowly turning the wheel, veering to the right, a car in front of me suddenly stopped. Sits as still as can be. As if that’s what the driver, namely Dumbo, should do. Yet, all I can wonder is Where the heck did Dumbo receive a driver’s license? At Dumbo School? Is that where people who don’t know the rules of the road go, the one’s like Dumbo that stop when there is no stop sign, but stop anyway, unsure what to do?
Honk honk I tap. Not aggressively. Not passively. Just mediocre. Which causes Dumbo to wiggle-wobble slowly, oh so slowly into the main drag. Onto the adjacent lane. The one meant to give Dumbo space. To ease in. To avoid a collision. But boy oh boy I was losing my patience. And my will to slow down. I just couldn’t seem to slow my thoughts, my actions. Because, really, anyone in possession of a license to drive must know (don’t they?) that driving is basic. Simple. And full of common sense.
Anyway, I left the scene, bypassed Dumbo, leaving him or her behind. Carefully, skillfully, and very thoughtfully.