Back to Mr. X

Almost a year after our last encounter, I met again with Mr. X.

He's a short man with short black hair, 17 years old and with an average complexion. That surprised me, for the last time I saw him, he was quite overweight. He had lost 25 kilos, an accomplishment he seemed pretty proud of. However, he still disliked shaving lotion, what made his cheeks, specially the left one, seem as if they were now losing their skin after having been burned some time ago. He still retained his most peculiar physical characteristic, his long and thin ponytail, but other than that, he had a rather common appearance. I mean, his eyes were brown and such.

His physical appearance might now be pretty inconspicuous, but his personality was still quite peculiar. Although his behavior was now closer to what we deem socially acceptable, and could now trust and make deeper bonds with his friends, he still spent more time with books and computers than with people, and could more easily, not to mention more comfortably, explain why time goes faster as you approach the speed of light than why the hell did he had that expression in his face, or had reacted that way to that question.

Also, he was terribly absentminded, being easily capable of spending an entire class with his eyesight focused in an undefined point whilst he thought about who knows what, and he had those varyingly annoying nervous ticks. And, in this time where boomers like to relax by fear mongering about how ignorant the new generation is, the number of books in his bedroom was quite impressive, as was the amount of data in his brain, however useless it might be. And he had the strangest repertoire of music imaginable. And he liked politics and science. And he had no girlfriend, nor had he ever had any.

Still, he seemed happier now, and he was obviously leading a healthier lifestyle. A longer and happier life. Neat.