Insignificant Meanderings

I know this guy who felt both stagnant and directionless. So he just started walking, for miles and miles. He was lost in thought, no sense of time, sleepwalking. Then he stopped, subconscious pushing him back into reality, and realized that he was standing at a crossroad. Left, or right? He froze, paced, flailed in frustration. Feeling exhausted, he laid down on the side of the road and cried himself to sleep. He awoke, greeted by the moonlight and refreshed by a cool breeze. Now lucid, he realized that it didn’t matter which direction he took, because he had no destination. And losing sight of where he was going was the true source of his frustration. So, he pulled himself up by his bootstraps and started walking. He turned right and kept moving, now feeling the pangs of thirst. He looked up, taking in his surroundings for the first time. Just beyond the point where the traffic circle converged, he found a 7-11. A few minutes later, he was sipping the best Big Gulp he ever had…