Not Existing

That annoying fucking song was ringing throughout the neighborhood. He couldn’t escape it. That distinctive thumping beat, those same two lines repeated over and over again. At once he was subjected to it as he walked down the street. He looked around but couldn’t place the sound. It was steadily getting louder, getting closer, no matter which direction he ran. “I want to be an alcoholic, I want to be a shopaholic, I want to be an alcoholic, I want to shop around and frolic,” drowned out his screams. “I want to…I want to….I want to choke myself!” He passed out and the music finally died down.

There was a man who wished to feel no pain. His wish was granted, but if you have ever read the old man and the sea you would know that there were consequences to getting what you wished for. Was he happy? He felt no pain–-not when he was cut, not when he bled, and not even the time that his heart was broken. That is, not until upon his deathbed, when all the accumulated pain in his life conspired to finally kill him. Yes, he was a happy man.