As Bob Shoowop walked up, the group of co-workers around the water cooler immediately went silent. If Bob had any sense, he would have realized they were obviously talking about him. Since he had no sense, he assumed they were sharing a moment of awkward silence.
Walter looked at his bare wrist and said, “Oh my God, look at the time.” With this, the group dispersed quickly, not once acknowledging Bob. Had he any awareness, he would have known no one liked him.
He shrugged his shoulders and filled a small cone-shaped paper cup with water and guzzled it down. He did this six times. He crumpled the cup and tossed it at a waste paper basket mere inches away. He missed. He glared at his error, and did what he thought was the right thing, he left it there for the cleaning crew.
There is a fine line between insensitive and oblivious, and that’s where Bob lived. It was a blessing, but mostly a curse. Yet, none of it mattered, because Bob Shoowop ultimately did not care.