Blog 2: Man is a reasoning rather than a reasonable animal

Devon, being a man of unflinching silence and passiveness in the face of most any social situations, kept quite to himself as he stood alone on poplar, facing directly across from the clinic. Staring off into the distance with no real articulate thought flowing through his mind, his gaze was interrupted but the mumblings of an old man across the street.

"oh." thought Devon. "Its the old crazy man again."

He sighed, somewhat sadly and somewhat exasperatedly and beamed a pointed glare at the old man, hoping in vain that the old man would notice him and stop his annoying and senseless babbling. On an rare whim, Devon decided to cross the street and approach the old man, curious (only out of extreme boredom) as to what the old man was actually saying. Devon walked toward the old man, with no pace or intent in his step, not an emotion traceable through the eyes and face; and no sound was made as his leather dress shoes contacted the cold pavement beneath. It was not until Devon was almost arms length that he stopped to the side of the old man, and a few things struck him immediately. First was the smell.

Devon thought to himself, "He could at least do to clean himself up a bit. How in the hell does this man expect to get any money from begging since people will be afraid to get within 15 feet of him because of the smell!"

This however was quite paradoxical to the life style choices of Devon himself (remembering the kitchen situation described earlier).

As clearly suggested by his thoughts, Devon was an extremely cynical man, Not prone to much higher thought processes rather than his immediate needs (food, sleep, money, music, etc) Devon felt no compassion for this poor old man.

Devon (again, not one for social interaction) stood there, staring at the old man for a good 20 or so seconds until the old man turned toward Devon and said in an old, aged, and weather beaten voice,

"What will come will come.  Even if I shroud it all in silence."

This struck a chord with Devon, and it made him think. He felt like he had heard such a statement before back in high school over in England, something about plays or poetry.

"Ah!" Devon exclaimed, excited that he remembered something. "Thats a line fromm whacha-call it play...the...the...Oedipus Rex! Thats right, its from that Greek play, Oedipus Rex!"

Quite unaware that he had spoken out loud when he thought he was just thinking it, Devon stopped abruptly in his excitement and looked around at his surrounding rather aquwardly. It was dark now, and Devon checked his watch, and noticed that his shift at the radio station was coming up in just 15 minutes. The only reason Devon looked forward to being the DJ after Leon was that he didnt like Leon. Devon felt that as long as "that idiot Leon" wasn't working, things were better off for the radio station and for him. For the life of him, Devon cant remembered why he hired Leon. He guessed it was during his first few months as boss, and 100.4 WTF was starting to fold under because, well, no really listened to the radio station. Pledge drives were painfully slow and unrewarding; and advertiresers sometimes refused to put there ads on his stations channel, citing that the reason was,

"why bother. No one listens to your station anyway."

Devon again sighed (rather loudely) and noticed that the old poor man was starting to walk away from the bench he had been sitting at, by the side of the clinic. The old man had his walkman in, and Devon, being the DJ that he is, instantly recongnized the song.

"Bob Dylan." Thought Devon. "Simple Twist of Fate."

While Devon didnt like the song, he didnt dislike it either. Regardless, Devon still thought it odd that an old poor man would have it on his walkman.

He decided to blame it on Leon.

"The idiot is always playing songs with heavy introspection. I hate introspection," said Devon in his head, walking briskely toward the radio station. Checking his watch one more time, Devon noticed that he had 3 minutes until rotation, and he would be on for a good part of the night.