"Great minds think alike."
Words said by a person unknown but repeated by the millions leaving only the question of how such a thing spreads though a collective subconscience. The same collective that keeps people from running into one another when walking together and not looking at one another. The same collective that when one half of the masses knows something the other side of the world acquires the same information without being told by those strangers.
"Great minds think alike."
It was no so much as that the minds where great but that they thought alike. Something he considered when he was the age of a middle schooler.
"What if I am the only one that thinks?" That might have been the
Matrix series and
The Truman Show speaking, but when you think such a thing you makes you feel so lonely.
"Over six billion humans on this small planet and I feel lonely, is that selfish?" He asks himself as he sits upon a airport, with many other humans, looking away from one another to preserve a cultural norm.
'Why can't we look at each other?', he wonders, 'it's just eye contact.' The plane takes off, slowly speeding up and cutting over the air higher and higher. The boy looks out the window, this was a human accomplishment that should be respected and looked in at awe. But what is everyone doing? Looking down at books, phones, keeping to themselves to make sure their dignity and status is intact. Just like high school. Who needs to give attention to the accomplishments of humans when you can just climb the social latter and be pampered by people whom you would never respect?
Higher the plane went the more the boy began to think to himself, looking at the buildings becoming dots and dots becoming blocks. He noticed how water fell down the sides of mountains creating rivers, his mind took a mental note so that he could use it in future art projects.
Plane lands, no one talked to anyone else the whole hour. Back on ground in a new place, he felt like he didn't move, however car license plates told him otherwise. It rained here the entire length of his visit. The humid air pushed though his fine hair making it curl against his face in a matter of minutes. His eyes didn't blink as much here, but breathing was harder. He was used to dryer climates. Easier to breath. He adapted.
He met a familiar face, a sister who would entertain him for the next three days. In the car they got, slowly driving out of the confusing airport. Roads overlap over more roads building up in the sky like buildings for cars. It was a interesting sight, so was the box trains and seagulls. His sister started listening things to see, places to eat, the usual. When most humans would try to build off that list he merely stayed silent. Like the Borg on Star Trek, he did not wish to bother her with irrelevant conversations. She continued on food, he wasn't really hungry so that held more silence than before.
Again his mind wondered. Mostly pondering on weather people acted the same here or not. It was later proven right. One of the top culture norms: Ignore that which is unusual. Unusual as in it goes against other norms. There were more homeless people here, who would try to talk to him and his sister, he was told to keep eyes down and not say anything, he complied, but felt bad afterwards.
The food was different here, but good.
The bed was different, but he found sleep nonetheless.
He returned to the different airport. Much larger than the last. Found his plane and waited. On the flight back he pulled out a book to start reading on for class.
Up in the Air, by Walter Kirn
. He had little opinion on the cover. However he got far in the book durring his flight. He ate chocolate offered by the woman beside him. A trade for when he opened her water bottle for her. He guessed her name to be Kathy or something with a "Ka" sound at the beginning. She was probably returning home from a little girls party. While there she got disturbing news that someone she was close to died. Thus, the chocolate to help cope.
The boy went back to reading, concentrating harder on the words. Pretty soon he began to run his eyes over them quickly without a disrupting thought in his pattern.
He was more satisfied with the book than he thought, someone else thought like him. Not on just how to communication but on the patterns and culture within the Air World or something like that. It was just like how a mind works too, and a good short description. You see someone and you know their history with yourself instantly, however it takes longer to read in a book, but he didn't mind.
The plane landed. The boy was disappointed but hungry anyway. He reunited with his parents and told them how the trip went describing everything he could remember. They seemed uninterested as the mother cut him off frequently to ask if they needed anything from a store they would soon pass. Eventually his confidence in sharing his travels was lost, he sat down and remained silent. Things were back to normal. His opinions didn't matter here, just his performance. The car was silent aside from the changing of the radio channel.
"Great minds think alike."
He was going to finish the book when he got home.
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