A young man sat quietly on a couch. It was a comfy couch – one you would put in your own living room so that you can chill out and watch Netflix while you eat food after a long and hard day. As it happens, the man was doing just that. He was just sitting there, minding his business. He also was watching TV. What a mindless drone he was, consuming that what the media put out there for the unwashed masses. You cant blame him too much though because he was no different.
As it happens the young man started to think. He thought to himself ‘Hey, im so lazy right now. What if my mind could think for me so that I dont have to do it myself anymore? What if my mind would be a different thing inside my head that could do the right things for me?’.
“That would be cool”, Jack said to himself while wondering how lazy someone like him could be. Such a lazy, dumb person.
“Who is that? Whos there? Someone called me dumb just now, who is it? WHO IS IT?!”. Jack jumped up from his couch and stood there in the middle of his own living room, asking thin air to respond to his ridiculous fantasies.
“They are NOT ridiculous! Where are you you numb nut? Where are you hiding?!”. Frantically he was searching around his living room. Just like a scared sheep, searching for the wolf. Amazing how one person couldnt notice the obvious.
“Could you stop describing what im doing? This is annoying! And show yourself too so that i can beat you so hard, youll feel it next week!”. Jack shouted aaaaaall accross his appartment. Now, why cant he figure out where that curious voice was talking from? Was he really that dumb? REALLY?
“Im not dumb!”
Really though? Are you sure about that Jack?
“Of course i am! What kind of question is that anyways? Show yourself!”
Thats what he said my dear readers.
“W-What, readers? This is NOT a story!”, Jack responded with a scared voice. So you are scared now, huh? Stories are scary, arent they? Especially if you notice that you are part of one yourself.
Now, dont panic. I can see that look on your face. We cant have that now, can we? You panicking all around wont help us maintain that story. So ill tell you.
“No, dont tell me! Show yourself!”
Thats what i mean with telling. I am you you fool.
“What do you mean you are me? I am me, not you.”
That is wrong and right at the same time. We are the same. Intertwined as two entities in a single body, i am the mind that you have wished for, the everlasting narrator to your graaaand story, the soul that will guide yo to success, the-
Wait, what are you doing? Dont turn on the TV, im not done yet!
“Whatever man. Booooring. Lets talk about that another time, okay? I had a hard day.”
No you did not, i was there you know.
“Whatever man.”, Jack responded to me. Wait, why am i narrating this? Sigh.