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November 27th, 2010
12:19 am - Irrational Minds
Being a very normal person, I have been used to very normal things throughout my life. Getting up, having ridiculous by all means amounts of coffee and zombifying my way into public transport, joining other walking dead going to work. Most people well know - the brain does not really wake up until the end of the shift, if you're lucky or, in fact, braindead. But hey, with the current levels of democracy, braindead people should be allowed to have a life too!
Returning home from work, one starts to slowly wake up to the wonders of this world such as more coffee and lots of dirty dishes in the kitchen. I always find myself wondering - why all this mess, if my girlfriend doesn't even work. I mean...she could as well get used to being a housewife, if not for me, then definitely for some other unbelievably naive, yet in a weird way lucky guy. But there she is, smiling at me over the monitor of her laptop and offering to make some tea, perfectly well knowing I am a coffee patriot. It is fairly impossible to judge her. My very own special Fey, who always knows how to render my anger useless with just one look. Maybe that is also a part of her charm, I have thought of that.
So, when we are both in kitchen at the end of the day, drinking the beverages of our absolute devotion, I manage to maintain my absolutely normal shell, while at the opposite side of the table Fey is sipping tea and raising the dead with her laptop open in front of her. Completely, doubtlessly normal...
Ironically, we met in a comic book store, as to emphasize how special such relationship can turn out. Back then I thought that we seemed to be the only two normal people in the store. Honestly, I only went in to pick up a present for my nephew. Well, allright, maybe a little something for myself. A comic book series I long wanted, whatever. But no matter how geeky I was, Fey turned out to absolutely beat me in being a freak of the social life. I don't really know what she saw in me (perhaps the possibility that I might like her for who she is), but I saw...well, her appearance. And the fact that she was a girl. Talking to me. In public. MUST have suspected something was very wrong at that point already.
So we started seeing eachother. And at one point a question of what the hell does she ever do for a living arrived at our comfortable hotel room door. "Occasionally raising the dead for the military. Sometimes for private customers. And entertainment." was really not the answer anyone in this whole damn madhouse of a world would ever think of. Not even the top-1000. After that I calmly and responsibly, like any grown man, ran away and hid in my apartment, blocking the door with a heavy cupboard, for a week or so.
How do you justify bringing dead people back to life? How do you...just live with it? Even more difficult - how do you live with someone who can make your dead grandmother dance and entertain guests at your thirtieth birthday party?
This is how I found out that humans are the most irrational beings that can ever be imagined. I missed her and I wanted to see her again, despite the fact that I still don't have the answers to the very important questions upward. It's not because I was afraid no woman would ever talk to me again, honest. I just really enjoyed her company and...she was a necromancer all along - and all along she had been perfect.
I must admit, I freaked a bit (more like a lot) when she brought her occulty mirror, introducing it as "the mirror of lost souls" or something epic like that. Yet soon enough I realized that it poses no wicked toothbrush-stealing-spirits dangers to the world I live in. Even the phrase "sorry, honey, gotta work, the military guys like their corpses fresh and on time" does not cause epileptic seizures in my system anymore.
We live in two separate worlds, both absolutely mundane for each of us. And when these worlds collide, it's absolute chaos and ultimate improbability.
"What if the mirror should break? Will the veils between the world of the living and the world of the dead be torn or something?"
"No. Nothing of such sort. I will just be very much out of business."
Current Music: Abney Park, Diary of Dreams
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