He enjoyed getting the “did” “done”.
The things on his list of do’s crossed
off and “done”. Layers of lists
folded neatly and stacked in the
“did” pile near where he sat
as he was pleased to be “done”.
There was a “done” sign on his finished works
and a “did” sign for those tasks being
considered, yet unfinished.
He was “done” with friends, travel and
hobbies. He had attempted the social life
but labored his way out of things he said
he “did”, even though nothing got “done”.
And people were equally “done” with the
person he was, not caring at all about
what he had “done” when compared to
his lack of anything he ever “did”.