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Stan the Man (stanbyme) wrote in snapthread,

The problem was Stan didn't really know what he was getting at either, just this sort of feeling sitting on his shoulders the longer he was here that he didn't quite know how to deal with or what to call. But it felt like the sort of thing he ought to at least tell someone about even if it didn't really make any sense, and Richie - well he was easy to talk to. For all that he was the one that could so often be relied on for a few good chucks he was pretty good at just letting you talk at him when you needed it too.

"I don't know, man." He admitted though because he didn't and shrugged as he tried to pull it together somehow. "It's just - don't you feel lost here?" he asked then because he didn't know if this was a him only sort of problem or if it was an everybody thing? Maybe he was just the messed up one, which - would be no big surprise if it turned out to be the case.

"I always had a plan before this, I mean you know after I left -" He almost said Derry but in the end skipped over it. "You know there was finishing high school, then college, then I got married, and then there was work, and then starting my firm and there's always been something. Some next thing to get me to the next point, but here there's .... I mean no one needs an accounting firm here. I'm not getting married, I will literally lose my mind if I even think about going back to school again. There's just this void out there." He stretched a hand out in front of him to some imagined future and imagined void where there was just nothing to keep his eyes trained forward.