He starts his day with the same dead end routine. Wakes up, gets out of bed, takes a shower, gets dressed, brushes teeth, has breakfast, then leaves his apartment for work. A groove in his life, never shaken, never interrupted. As he walks to the office, his head stays low always staring at the ground below him. If someone greets him he raises his hand for a quick “hello” before continuing on his path.
Upon entering the skyscraper of a building, his coworkers turn around at the thud of the door smacking into place. They all smile at him greeting him, knowing he would respond with the same half-hearted gesture. He walks into his box like cubicle, remaining quiet. Headphones in staring lifelessly into the brightly lit screen, beginning to type, working as he did the days, months, years before. Almost never interrupted, he would go through the day alone, not interacting with others, keeping to himself in his own little cubicle.
If you asked him why he never went to office parties or hung out with his coworkers, his answer would be sweet, short and simple, “I’m comfortable being alone, the company of others isn’t needed.” His boss never questioned him; he did excellent in his job and never missed a deadline. “Why would I want to interfere and disrupt a perfectly good worker? He doesn’t bother anyone else, he stays independent”
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