Understanding Him

He walks through the door with commanding arrogance, expecting others to step aside so he may pass, with0ut acknowledging their presence.

When the light is on when he enters, he turns it off, even when others are in the room. If the room was unlit and he turned on a light, he leaves it on.

Doors discovered opened will be closed and those that are closed will be left open.

Distractions draw him, step by step. He’s going to put on his shoes and take a walk but along the way, he sees fur on the floor and picks it up. Then he moves to the counter, sees dust and wipes it away. Others wait, fuming with growing impatience.

“I’m ready,” he announces, and then, as others begin to leave, announces, “Oh, wait.” But beware, if you’re not ready and make him wait, for that will bring a sharp, “Come on, we need to get a move on,” as if we’ve not all been waiting for him.

He always cleans up after others but procrastinates about cleaning up after himself, and likewise, pesters others about the things they said they would do. He always excuses his own lapses without explanations but with promises that he’ll do it, ‘soon’, which seems like a synonym for never.

He locks us out without thought, and then explains, “Oh, I saw the door unlocked.” He doesn’t apologize for locking us out; he’s done nothing wrong.

Oh, is he  bitter, too, bitter about results that  others have forgotten, bitter about battles that others never knew.

Known facts gather sharp focus but anything that is stained gray is dismissed. Colors must always be coordinated, and he is dismissive of any fashion trend that isn’t following him.

Yet he’s fun, intelligent, quick witted, with many admirers, and is in demand socially. It’s just us few, in his inner circle, that see these other things, and try to understand more.