The job market

He didn’t know he was insane. Why would he?

He was sitting there watching the people on the telly doing what all those people on the telly always did.

That’s what he liked to do. Joe’d been unemployed for six months and that’s about all he had to do. So why would he be insane?

On the telly there was a woman talking about her life. Things had happened. Joe wasn’t really paying attention. Maybe because he was insane? Could be. Maybe because what had happened in her life was boring and didn’t warrant the airtime that it was getting? Could also be.

It could have been because the sound was down. That might have been it. But Joe was insane, so there’s no real way to tell.

Not that he noticed. Or cared. He was insane, after all.

Joe wasn’t insane because of the telly. He wasn’t insane because his hands were down his pants starting off what could well be another mid-morning masturbation marathon.

He wasn’t insane because this is what his life had come to. Which is to say: his life had come to not much.

28. Sat on the couch, staring abjectly at a woman talking silently with big boobs. After going to University and learning things he would never use.

He would never use them because he couldn’t get a job. And he couldn’t get a job because there were no jobs. If there were, maybe he could have got one. Most employers are happy to have someone with a bit of insanity about them.

They work well.

Killers.

They get the job done.

The psychopaths.

But Joe didn’t know he was insane at this point. Nor did anyone else. They hadn’t notice in the 28 years he had been alive and been insane. Not even his dear mother.
She didn’t have a clue. He didn’t have a job.

So it was left to the rest of the world to find out about his insanity.

Right after he got himself a job.

Right after he had another wank.