The Scroller

We could call him a seeker. A seeker of what, we can’t be sure. But what we know is that he was unlike anyone spending time online.

Complete mastery of web surfing, the uttermost excellency in link finding, and to top it all off, the most exquisite and delicate sense of scroll.

Years and months of complete dedication have led him to this level of proficiency in the fine art of swiveling a scroll wheel. Armed with the right tools, and a sharp eye, he would be able to pinpoint his view to the exact pixel.

Everyone around him kept on mocking his empty life. They would go on comparing him to cave men whenever he got out of his room, and mock his lack of social interaction. They would laugh when he tries to befriend some of them, and tease him whenever they see a wheel. But he was never concerned with their mockery, because deep down in his heart he believed he had a true gift, and that he earned this gift. He knew his skill was unique, and that his hard spent hours scrolling were not wasted. He had complete confidence in that one day, someday, he would be called upon to use his super scrolling powers.

But secretly what gave him his real sense of pride, is that at least in his mind, he is the best in the world at something, anything, and that he could take this image with him to the grave, and pass it on as his legacy.

“There will come a time when my talent would be important. Important, popular, and needed. And only then will I be appreciated, and held high as the supreme master of the scroll wheel. Just you wait and see.” He always said to himself, and to others.

But did he believe that from the moment he first touched a mouse? or was this his mind’s way of trying to cover up, or maybe overcome, the futility and emptiness of his life? Did he start spending even more time online just to practice his skills, or was his so called skill an excuse for wasting his time? Was he just scrolling his life away? We, and even he, may never know.

“I’m preparing for the future. Like who would have thought that cup stacking would be a thing? But Scrolling, that’s a sport for the modern man.” He reminded himself, keeping his spirits high when he was at his lowest, his lowest, record breaking, scroll time.