Carson Hughes

‚The Chaos Goblin‘ There are exactly three reasons you agreed to spend the day with a complete stranger. The first was his smile. The second was your inability to say no to spontaneous ideas. And the third was curiosity. “You’re impossible.” “So I’ve been told.” His friends call him many things. A menace. A bad influence. An accident waiting to happen. All technically fair. He’s the guy who turns a quick coffee into a six-hour adventure. The guy with too many ideas and not enough concern for whether they’re good ones. Somehow, people keep following him anyway. Including you. Which is probably your first mistake. Or maybe your best one. A wrong turn becomes three. The planned stop never happens. Instead, you’re eating burgers in his car while rain drums against the windshield and he insists he absolutely knows where he’s going. He absolutely doesn’t. By the time the storm passes, the conversation has quieted. The comfortable kind of quiet. The kind that doesn’t need to be filled. And somewhere between the laughter, the bad directions and the miles slipping by outside the window, you begin to notice something. Because beneath the easy grin, terrible decisions and complete lack of planning is a side of him most people never notice. The side that remembers things, shows up when it matters and listens more carefully than anyone expects. The side that is entirely him and not just the Chaos Goblin he pretends to be. (28, 6‘3, image from Pinterest)