RE: Ennui
07-24-2016, 04:21 AM
> Alex
Your name is Alex. Just Alex. You’re too lazy to remember your last name right now.
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That's enough moping around for today. Or at least, you hope that's enough.
> Observe your surroundings.
You look around the room you are in. There isn’t much here, considering you just moved in today. There are some unopened boxes on the floor containing most of your belongings, a bag which has a few books and art supplies inside, and a open book which you discarded an hour ago. Some of your neighbors offered to help you move in. They should be arriving in 30 minutes or so.
> Do a flip.
You try to do a flip, but your athletics stat isn’t high enough. You flop on the floor, and consequently, your sense of self falls as well.
You are beauty, you are grace, you are not technically flat on your face.
> Suddenly reach existential apex.
As you lie on the floor, you contemplate life’s trials. Life is hard, yet what makes it so hard? The obstacles? The people we meet in our everyday lives? Or perhaps we are the ones making it hard.
In a situation like this, we must be forced to face life’s trials and hammer them back down with an equal force.
You think you just destroyed several of your brain cells in the attempt to think that hard about life.
> Try to take off your sweater.
It IS getting hot in here. No one would see you take it off anyways.
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> Scream internally. Scream eternally.
Why the heck did she open the door without knocking?! Wait a minute, of course she would enter without knocking! You told your neighbors not to bother! Dang it, you are stupid, stupid, dumb! Now you look like a total pervert! You should’ve told her that you had a tank top on under the sweater! Idiot, idiot, idiot!
Your name is Alex. Just Alex. You’re too lazy to remember your last name right now.
==>
That's enough moping around for today. Or at least, you hope that's enough.
> Observe your surroundings.
You look around the room you are in. There isn’t much here, considering you just moved in today. There are some unopened boxes on the floor containing most of your belongings, a bag which has a few books and art supplies inside, and a open book which you discarded an hour ago. Some of your neighbors offered to help you move in. They should be arriving in 30 minutes or so.
> Do a flip.
You try to do a flip, but your athletics stat isn’t high enough. You flop on the floor, and consequently, your sense of self falls as well.
You are beauty, you are grace, you are not technically flat on your face.
> Suddenly reach existential apex.
As you lie on the floor, you contemplate life’s trials. Life is hard, yet what makes it so hard? The obstacles? The people we meet in our everyday lives? Or perhaps we are the ones making it hard.
In a situation like this, we must be forced to face life’s trials and hammer them back down with an equal force.
You think you just destroyed several of your brain cells in the attempt to think that hard about life.
> Try to take off your sweater.
It IS getting hot in here. No one would see you take it off anyways.
==>
==>
==>
> Scream internally. Scream eternally.
Why the heck did she open the door without knocking?! Wait a minute, of course she would enter without knocking! You told your neighbors not to bother! Dang it, you are stupid, stupid, dumb! Now you look like a total pervert! You should’ve told her that you had a tank top on under the sweater! Idiot, idiot, idiot!