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The Truth About Loneliness

February 3, 2014

Now as confident as I am (at the moment) I’m not so arrogant as to tell you that I know the truth about loneliness in general. I don’t. I do however know the truth about my loneliness and how I experience it:

So I’m going to tell you a story…

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a cobbler who went by the name of Moses (no, not that Moses). One day, whilst he was gluing together a particularly stubborn heel to an especially worn shoe, a spirit appeared before him in the form of a beautiful woman.

            “I’m a hungry ghost” The spirit woman said to him in a haunting mellow tone.

            “So eat” The cobbler responded, continuing to glue the stubborn heel to the grotty shoe.

Upon his advice the spirit woman devoured the cobbler in one swift bite. Her mouth engulfed the cobbler in his entirety. He disappeared and so did the hungry ghost.

A few moments later the shop door opened with a jingle jangle of the bell that hung above the door frame.

            “Hello? Hello? Could you please fix my shoe?” An elderly lady calls through her cupped hands, assuming that the cobbler is in the back room.

A voice bellows back to her, it’s the cobbler:

            “Your shoe is already fixed”

With that, the pair of shoes the cobbler was repairing just before he was eaten falls to the floor in front of the lady.

            “Why? These are exactly the same as the ones I am wearing!” exclaims the elderly woman, picking the shoes up from the floor and staring into them wide-eyed.

The voice of the cobbler bellows again:

            “They are not the same as the ones you are wearing. They are the ones you are wearing” And with that the shoes in her hands disappear.

The elderly lady looks again at the shoes on her feet.

            “They are fixed!” screams the lady

            “They were never broken” the cobbler bellows in a whisper

            “Nevertheless, how much do I owe you Sir?”

            “Your life!” The cobbler roars as he throws himself from the back room, appearing in the form of a giant mouth at the doorway.

The woman shrieks but it’s too late. The cobbler’s wispy form betrays his Power as it swallows the elderly woman whole.

            “Hello? Hello? Can anyone fix my shoe?” The elderly lady’s voice can still be heard screaming stupidly – from the land of hungry ghosts.

This is how my mind works. If the above story makes sense to you – you will understand my loneliness.

If you do not understand the above story – my loneliness will make sense to you.

Cé La Vie 🙂

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