Dave had an affliction. People talked to him, out of the blue. He figured he must be very approachable, perhaps he had a kind face?

People said that they felt safe around him, like he knew what he was doing, reliable even. But that’s not true, he’s just very good at pretending. Even in new places, that he’s never been before, even as he gawked and observed his new surroundings, people came up to him asking for the way. He didn’t even speak their language but they still thought he was one of them.

What about his gawking at the buildings, his stumbling around along the streets, occasionally looking at the map for direction, translated to ‘this guy knows what’s up!’ Did he look that confident? And if so, did that confidence stem from ignorance? Probably. Life is not all that serious, he’s not afraid of death. Maybe that’s it, the ultimate end doesn’t scare him.

You can breeze through life pretty easily if you aren’t scared. He’s probably not scared enough! He’s not an idiot, though, he just spend too much time thinking, forgetting what’s around him, losing himself and smiling. Yeah, that’s it, it’s the smile. Only idiots smile when they got no apparent reason to.

In reality, Dave was the one with the least control in the world. He let whatever happen happen and accepted it. He put faith in something he couldn’t comprehend or explain. An idiot.

Perhaps all of us would feel better if we accepted things that were out of our control?