A day without John....

Ever wondered how a day without you would be like? Well this story is about that and many things more, except its not about YOU, you egoistical bastard hehehe. Just kidding. Our main character John, which in reality is just a medium through which i will express myself sometimes and my narrative thoughts, is actually a regular guy. Your typical John Doe, which is, very much coincidentally, his actual name. John never actually though of him as a special person, which of course he wasn't, but for purposes of you all reading this we will think of him as an unique person, which he almost was but not quite.

John has a life. John THINKS he has a life. John usually thinks dumb things. SoJohn isnt sure what to believe. You see, John is a Monkey version 2.5 (nothing to do with the animal some Monkey version 2.5 decided to name monkey, or maybe it has a lot to do with it), or what we like to call humans. John carries a lineal life, where hes really hurried up to get somewhere, just to discover he has no clue where hes going to. Didnt i tell you he was a regular guy? :D

John is part of a large group of Monkeys version 2.5, these Monkeys like to refer to themselves with a word that makes them feel organized, cleaned, oh and a group that actually functions, this word is: society. Society is quite curious. John cant help but feel confused. Why? WEll, he doesnt know, but he feels confused anyway. Society works as no other group of individuals. Society is actually aware that its malfunctioning, yet considers its working anyways, and anybody who doesnt follow that standard, is an "animal". Yeah, if your dog actually managed to shop a Big Mac and listen to Snoop Dog (pun intended hehe), he would be a part of society, that pretty much sums it up.

John by now sounds like a badly drawn stickman in an un-educational video, so lets elaborate on ol' J.D. Let's see, he's a really nice guy in search for his Jane Doe, but apparently he's TOO nice. Apparently to society, theres a limit to how nice a person can be. Right now John is a truly important person, he seems to be leading this plot somewhere, when its actually going nowhere.... but if i added 1000 other characters, they would all lose importance, and JD would be swallowed up by oblivion... So John, enjoy your fame while it lasts, who knows, maybe when you go around the corner to the next blog, you could be ran over a fictional car in a fictional street and suffer a fictional heroic death, because you were saving a fictional girl, who wears a very very pretty fictional red dress..... wow. that was a pretty elaborate fictional warning to a fictional character...

John is actually the writer of this story....which makes this a very fractal story....you know, fractal, when theres an image with a painting in it, that has the same image which has the same image etcetera etcetera.....hes an unstable person when in comes to emotions, sometimes he gets depressed and starts to think that no matter how famous he was or how much money he had, if on his funeral it were raining, less people would come, but then theres the cheery Doe, the one singing under the rain while walking slowly to his house....

But once, he started to think what would be of his life without himself.... so he starts from the basics.....: my shoes would be worn by another person, maybe a little 19 year old girl crying in her bedroom for some lost love, my shoes receiving her tears with impotence, not being able to do anything, while her pain pours in the form of small H2Os falling on her pillow.... what about the chair im sitting on.... since its kinda like a business chair, i imagine its destiny as in an office, sat on by a busy father struggling to be able to see hes little boy Jim, and newly born Kimberly, but doing overtime cause they are having money problems....what about my friends? maybe the russian girl wouldve continued happily without me, she wouldnt have me as her almost identical good twin (since shes the bad one).....what about those other three girls part of the group called "Lilla vänner", may they wouldve had another guy or girl there, would the group even still exist??.......or lets not go so far, maybe i wouldnt have studied today with my best friend here and done something bad to my new good friend..... nothing feels actually weird.... except the fact that they wouldnt know i existed in a parallel universe, seeing our fates mix up and unfold into one big mass of emotions.....our lives reducing to those great moments we didnt live since i wasnt there...."

John luckily had some chocolates next to his writting board, ate one, ate two, ate three, ate all and high on chocolate, he forgot all those nostalgic thoughts of a lifetime that wasnt there, that he didnt live, and he doesnt wish to, since he wouldnt.... he watched his clock, found out he was late for whatever he was supposed to be early to, closed the book with the following page containing a sea of white, waiting to be filled with many black little fishes giving the sea some meaning the reader wants to find out....

(to be continued someday)....