the amazing adventures of Troubled Soul - act II
“you just have to find the one that is Happy and ask him to change. that is the most logical solution. until then, i cannot help you, dear sir. and now, it’s time for lunch.” with that, Civil Servant rapidly closed the blinds of the registry booth and quickly disappeared in the maze of corridors and doors. off to another take away lunch in the loneliness (he would have phrased it as peace and quiet, or even meditative quietness, if he had any poetic bone in his body) of the local park. lonely sushi, lonely burger, lonely pizza, lonely chinese food and lonely vegetarian. those were the equivalent terms to the more normal monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday and friday that people tend to use to define the five working days in the 7-day week.
“and exactly how am i supposed to find this so-called one that is Happy? i thought this would be easy and straightforward…” mumbled Troubled Soul. he sulkily stepped off of the registry office (now completely devoid of life, like every single public building seems to become at around this time. as if a gigantic vacuum sucked all of the almost intelligent life inside, hid it for an hour or two or three and then magically brought it back to the exact same place they were sitting in earlier…) and started walking along the street.
at the same time, the skies seemed to share his worries and started crying. heavily. and with added fireworks that came in the form of thunderstorms. it seems that, at times, the skies can be very sensitive towards human feelings. either that or it was just another unfortunate coincidence in this rather eventful day.
weary of the ancient sayings that warn people not to take cover under trees, Troubled Soul decided to continue his walk down the road. just when approximately 70% of his body was soaked in the tears that poured from the skies, also known as cats-and-dogs-kind-of-rain, an idea flashed in his brain. in hindsight, it could have brought about a tragedy because it’s common knowledge that ideas that flash in someone’s brain always (but really always) look like electric bulbs and that electricity and water are a bit like water and oil and don’t mix too well.
leaving behind these considerations and getting back to the point of this story, Troubled Soul had an idea that would leave him a step closer to achieve what he so enthusiastically proclaimed when he first got up that day. “i just need to find a telephone booth. i can easily find the one that is Happy in the telephone book, get his address and just drop by.” he thought. little did he know that, in that part of town, there was only one telephone booth and that he was walking in the opposite direction. he eventually got there. but, by then, he was 96% soaked…
“and exactly how am i supposed to find this so-called one that is Happy? i thought this would be easy and straightforward…” mumbled Troubled Soul. he sulkily stepped off of the registry office (now completely devoid of life, like every single public building seems to become at around this time. as if a gigantic vacuum sucked all of the almost intelligent life inside, hid it for an hour or two or three and then magically brought it back to the exact same place they were sitting in earlier…) and started walking along the street.
at the same time, the skies seemed to share his worries and started crying. heavily. and with added fireworks that came in the form of thunderstorms. it seems that, at times, the skies can be very sensitive towards human feelings. either that or it was just another unfortunate coincidence in this rather eventful day.
weary of the ancient sayings that warn people not to take cover under trees, Troubled Soul decided to continue his walk down the road. just when approximately 70% of his body was soaked in the tears that poured from the skies, also known as cats-and-dogs-kind-of-rain, an idea flashed in his brain. in hindsight, it could have brought about a tragedy because it’s common knowledge that ideas that flash in someone’s brain always (but really always) look like electric bulbs and that electricity and water are a bit like water and oil and don’t mix too well.
leaving behind these considerations and getting back to the point of this story, Troubled Soul had an idea that would leave him a step closer to achieve what he so enthusiastically proclaimed when he first got up that day. “i just need to find a telephone booth. i can easily find the one that is Happy in the telephone book, get his address and just drop by.” he thought. little did he know that, in that part of town, there was only one telephone booth and that he was walking in the opposite direction. he eventually got there. but, by then, he was 96% soaked…
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nonsense from paulo at 08:27
