the vigilant guardian of the filthy suburban Tangara train

Reads: 44  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

"There's more than a way to skin a cat." - Nonno 22/12/19

There's a man who repels all who try him because he thinks he's special. It's me. And I hate myself for it. Yet I can't stop. Keep going. Mania ad nauseum.

There's something not quite right about me. They know this. They pretend I'm not inferior to spare my feelings. But I know I am. There's something amiss in our communication. I know I'm 'mentally unwell' but God damn, I'm unapologetically reminded of that fact at every opportunity. They know who I am. But I don't.

Addicted to our phones.

...

I was a cunt to nice people today. Through misdirected spite.

...

There's something wrong when one can't be alone without fear that somehow one is doing something wrong.

Walking down to the shore it struck me how I couldn't tell if the shore was washed up

--

There stands in his unpolished worker's boots the ever watching guardian of the train, in his grey polyester uniform and worn cap. 

His job is essentially to do nothing but remain vigilant, in order to thwart a potential terrorist attack. The chance of this actually occurring is of course quite minute, yet the poor man is on high alert, having by the advice of other banal sycophants deduced there to be danger present. 

A woman wearing a burkha sits down innocuously, drawing the attention of the sycophants. The train guard watches carefully from his corner, knowing full well this may be the most exciting event to bless his day. It matters not to him that there has never once been a terrorist attack performed by a Muslim in Australia, but the perception of this danger has been drilled into him insidiously by communicative authorities.

A familiar eerie buzz heralds the message in a robotic tone: "If you see luggage unattended, please do not touch it, but notify staff immediately." This implies the existence of threat and functions to instill fear into the sycophants.

The sycophants themselves are in general a miserable lot. Solely driven by lust, they simple-mindedly chase money and power. In their desperation to belong to the vapid flock, they are content with 'trickle-down' scraps. It is common to see pettiness in all its forms such as in the spiteful abuse of power and vindictive competition but mainly in incessant, hushed bickering. It all boils down to the general acceptance of unimpeded vanity. One sycophant must desperately meet the standards of another lest he be alone in despair. Their fear of the unknown binds them together like the dark side creatures in HG Wells Time Machine. 

Many sycophants find it incredibly easy to reconcile their supposedly spiritual beliefs with their tendencies to be gluttonous spendthrifts and will gladly spend their lives in a hazy state manifested somewhere between decadence and complacence. They are perfectly content to be spoonfed each and every one of their opinions, have their prejudices formed for them so that they can continue gaping blankly into the void. Out of sight, out of mind. 

Always boasting, flaunting their wealth, and looking to secure their ownership of the next best thing. In all their pettiness they are confused and deeply unhappy. It follows naturally that sycophants become resentful of each other. They like to play the blame game. They relentlessly gossip about each other and attempt to control every aspect of their own lives, striving toward some vague state of perfection they are themselves unsure of. 


Submitted: March 08, 2021

© Copyright 2021 olive tree. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:


Facebook Comments

Boosted Content from Premium Members

Book / Science Fiction

Short Story / Children Stories

Book / Religion and Spirituality

Short Story / Other

Other Content by olive tree

Short Story / Religion and Spirituality

Short Story / Religion and Spirituality

Short Story / Romance