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Showing posts with label apathy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label apathy. Show all posts
2021-06-10
2020-11-09
In vacant or in pensive mood
The subject of today's Remake Monday was first posted on 2013-11-08.
See also: a poem I had to read in an English class a long time ago.
2019-04-08
2018-04-03
2017-09-01
2017-07-20
2017-07-14
2017-06-08
2017-05-04
2017-02-07
2016-12-03
2016-11-28
2016-10-29
2016-02-23
Metamorphosis? More like "meh"-tamorphosis
Mental Health
As Greg Sampson awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found that he had been transformed into a monstrous beetle. He remained motionless for several hours after discovering this fact, but it was not due to the nature of his new body; this was simply his usual habit every morning.
No one else in the house discovered the terrible change until that evening, when his mother descended to the basement and uneasily knocked at his bedroom door several times, at first asking if he would like to join her and his step-father for dinner, and then growing increasingly concerned not to hear the usual grunt of assent from Greg. Greg, who was mightily irked that his new insectile legs couldn't operate a touchscreen, was watching Netflix on his desktop computer, and tried to respond to his mother's through-the-door questioning in the usual way but found that only a threatening hiss would emerge from his new vocal physiology.
His mother evidently couldn't hear the hiss, and opened the door with eyes at first averted and then, when no cries of "Geez, mom!" came, dared to look around the room. This is when she saw what had become of her son.
2016-02-15
Apatheticization
"Scientific Progress Goes 'Meh'"
The team of scientists waited in position for the first official human testing of their long-awaited Apathy-Inducing Pulse. The animal trials had gone well and hopes were high in the room. The subjects at the other end of the hall, standing each on a red X, were a selection of passionate volunteers; among their number were a pair of opposing sports fans, three extremely enthusiastic evangelists of different faiths, and a well-known infomercial host who wanted to get into the minds of his most intractably apathetic viewers so as to learn how to sell even to them.
The countdown completed, and the Apathy-Inducing Pulse emitted from the room's apparatus, a soft but basso profundo hum that seemed to propagate through the thick concrete walls and floors, and the chest cavities of all the room's occupants, as much as through the air.
The team of scientists would have been ecstatic to see how effective their invention was. The sports fans had stopped trash talking in mid-sentence. Two of the religious enthusiasts' mouths hung open but no more scripture citations emerged, while the third, whose posture had been one of silent prayer, slowly slackened to a neutral stance. The infomercial host displayed approximately zero of his usual manic energy.
The scientists would have been ecstatic, that is, had one of their junior technicians not jostled, just that morning, the shielding that was meant to protect them from the Apathy-Inducing Pulse's effects, which jostling clearly merited a closer examination of the shielding but which the technician had been too naturally apathetic to bother with.
So everyone, test subjects and scientists alike, shuffled on their feet or sat or stretched out on the floor to stare at the ceiling. No one moved to turn off the device; they couldn't bring themselves to care one way or another whether the pulse continued or stopped.
A custodian entered after several hours, when the room was supposed to be empty, and immediately lost track of why he ever would have wanted to mop these floors. They all remained until morning, and were then joined by several eager (until they came through the door, that is) interns. By this time, many of them were dimly wishing there were snacks and a TV to watch, but without nearly enough volition to get up and look. The phone rang. No snacks came. The phone kept ringing.
2015-12-08
2015-12-01
2015-09-24
Reflect upon it
Mental Health
"I'm good enough. I can do this," he told the impassive face staring back at him.
"You aren't and you can't," it replied.
After a moment of reflection, he realized that his identical twin brother had replaced the mirror with a transparent pane, and was standing behind it.
2015-05-31
The geometry of parting ways
"No, wait...actually, um, could you come back and storm off again? Only slower. I want to cherish this moment."
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