The girl with one arm

So I was sitting in my Philosophy lecture today, which is a class I normally like, but today found deadly boring (I've been disinterested in pretty much everything this week, so I've legally changed my name to Andy the Corpse of Corpse St).

So I was spending my time doodling various animals and shapes, when I looked to the bottom front of the lecture hall (I was up in the high seats in the back) and saw this girl sitting at a desk away from the regular seats, slumped in her chair and also looking bored. The professor walked by and asked her to sit up straighter and at least look interested during the lecture. I paid this no attention, so I continued to zone out.

It wasn't until the last 10 minutes of class that I noticed, as she was sitting up straighter, that she was missing most of her right arm; it looked severed a little above the elbow. I wondered whether the e-mail I received about a note-taker for a disabled student had applied to her. Then I looked at her face and noticed that she was very pretty. I wondered whether it was difficult for her to get close to people because of her disability and whether she had ever been intimate with anyone. She was naturally pretty, but her missing arm would probably always be a factor to got in the way. And I wondered if I myself could date and become romantically involved with a woman that had only one arm. I'd like to think that I'm opened minded and looks certainly aren't everything, but I wasn't sure I could do it. As much as I'd try to make it a non-issue and focus purely on the person for who they were, I feel like the missing arm would always be looming in the back of my head, and I feel like most people would agree with me. So as I thought of this, I felt sort of sad for that pretty girl sitting up front in the class, even though I really didn't know her at all and had no idea whether she was a sad or happy person.

Anyway, the class ended and she exited quickly from the front door. I packed my stuff together and left through the back door. I walked down the hallway and down the stairs to the front entrance of the building, which met up with the students that had left from the front door. And just outside the entrance, I saw the girl, except that she actually HAD two arms, and her pink jacket she was holding in her right arm perfectly matched her pink shirt, making her arm "dissapear" underneath it.

Needless to say, I had pondered something interesting and melancholy out of something completely normal because I lack basic skills to see shit properly.

My life is bland.