Crazy or wise man?


It was a sunny day. Blue sky. No cloud. It was around 1:00 pm and my classes just ended for the day — being a university student has its own advantages. Being the lazy type, I decided to go to the bus stop and wait for the bus to come and drive me home. It would take 25 more minutes for it to arrive, and I didn’t know what to do. I was bored. But an event would soon change it: the arrival of an old man.

He looked like he was in his 60s: grey hair, wrinkles… His eyebrows were thick; his eyes were small but full of anger. But the angry feeling shown by the eyes was nothing compared to his irises — a black colour that could be the reflection of the darkness in his heart. He had a thick beard, so it was impossible to notice his mouth. His clothes looked like they have been used for years, and they gave the feeling that this man was neither rich, nor someone who took care of his appearance.

The man was standing up next to me, with a bag full of groceries — he was certainly back from a store. He said nothing at first, so I didn’t pay that much attention to him. 10 minutes left before the bus arrived.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the man started shouting some words. I was so surprised at first that I didn’t understand what he said. His voice was deep, as deep as the engine of a motorbike. After regaining my senses, I finally noticed he was shouting about how the world was horrible. He complained about the younger generations being useless, about the government being useless, about how the world was  going to end soon.

He sounded like a madman and was acting hysterical — which made me wonder if he was going to become violent at some point.

However, the old man started walking away while spitting insults and soon enough disappeared.

Right afterwards, the bus arrived and I got on it. During the ride, I was still a bit shocked about the event that happened and couldn’t stop thinking about it. Fear did not push me to do so, curiosity did. That madman was indeed an interesting person, someone you couldn’t see everyday. Did he fall into madness? Was he just wise? I will certainly never know, because this was the only time I came across that strange man.


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