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Mornings

18 Jun

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A trained arm shoots out from under the covers to stop the noise only to slither back under again to the warmth. After two minutes of mustering up courage a reluctant ungraceful Venus emerges from a sea of covers mumbling and grumbling and no-sense-making. Groggily climbing down the ladder of its high bed the creature wondered why it even got up sometimes. Mainly because it was easier that way: do what you’re told, no complications. It snorted, like that was easy. Pffft there were always things it did wrong, no matter how hard it tried it could never be perfect. It held a grudge against Perfect anyway. It was always quick to disregard what the others called “fashion”; it had, at a young age, got fed up with all the shenanigans and falsehood of fitting in and it held in contempt those who changed or pretended to conform to society. Maybe because they didn’t accept who they were, maybe because they had friends and sometimes it was a bit jealous of them. Munching cereals as it defrosted a piece of bread it went through a thought cycle similar to every other day though it didn’t often think the exact same thought twice. It sang as it got ready and being late, left like a cannonball, to put it in the words of its parents. It was always like this, it would run a little then walk, having caught up its lateness. Wondering if and what it had forgotten that day. It often found a positive answer although lately less so. Maybe it was getting used to routine after years. That was the story of its life. Running late. It had a reputation to maintain. Also it didn’t care much for punctuality and hated being early. That was its unsocial side. It actually had three main personalities, when it talked to itself: Stupid, also Idiot, doesn’t say much but is often insulted, Talky, the one who does most the thinking/talking to itself, it insults Stupid, thinks about everything and nothing and thinks cool punch lines for no apparent reasons that said creature will probably never find reason enough to say, it’s also the one that does all the ramblings, then there’s Skeptical who questions everything and can come to ask things ranging from stupid to existential. After that there would be Thoughty who overthinks things, Silly who is (you guessed it) silly, Annoying who annoys and Mad who thinks it might be mad and likes to imagine what would happen. Among others.
And life goes on…

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Posted by on 18 June 2014 in Banzaï

 

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10 responses to “Mornings

  1. Bastet

    21 June 2014 at 17:03

    Hmmm…strange story, but interesting.

     
    • imab00kworm

      21 June 2014 at 17:26

      Thanks (it was, if only partly, inspired by a true story 😉 )

       
      • Bastet

        21 June 2014 at 20:50

        Ah… now that’s interesting (a secret even some of my weirdest stuff has a little seed of truth in it and I think that’s probably true of most writers).

         
      • imab00kworm

        22 June 2014 at 07:04

        DragonSpark said it was universally true of at least 2/3 western world teens. I’m thinking maybe not that much but he definitely identified with it 😉

         
      • Bastet

        22 June 2014 at 07:06

        Ah … tell DragonSpark I’m glad he considers me a teen! 😀

         
      • imab00kworm

        22 June 2014 at 07:15

        Because you identified with it too? For some reason I’m not that surprised… 🙂

         
      • Bastet

        22 June 2014 at 09:58

        Never thought about it ’til now, but since I said it and DragonSpark says 2/3 of western teens think that way, it implies that I think like a western teen … 🙂

         
      • imab00kworm

        22 June 2014 at 10:14

        That’s not necessarily a bad thing right?

         
      • Bastet

        22 June 2014 at 10:57

        Nope … rather a compliment actually.

         
      • imab00kworm

        22 June 2014 at 11:20

        🙂

         

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