Ennui. XIX

Everyday.

Everyday consisted of the same things. Train, sleep, eat.

If he takes out the unwanted undesirable training, he'd only live to sleep and eat.

'How miserable, Jordan.'

Miserable indeed. He often wondered when his parents would kick him out for his inability to do anything so he'd have all reason to kill himself. If his parents kicked him out, that means they did not care for him.

Free reign all to himself was all he desired.

Staring at the sliced banana on his plate, he somehow compared it to his life.

'The slices… if I take one away… it grows shorter…'

He picked up a slice of banana and brought it to his mouth. Slowly chewing on the yellow piece; six pieces remain.

'Now, it's an incomplete banana… not full. How many people will eat an incomplete banana?'

He took another and plopped it into his mouth. Five pieces remain.

'Or… how many people will eat a leftover banana? The needy? The homeless?'

He could taste the sweetness of the banana pleasing his taste buds. Four piece remain.

'Now there's four… but there's more… so we apparently keep going…'

Now there was less than half of the pieces originally. Three pieces remain.

'Normally, to solve the problem of stopping the banana from ending, we should add more. Right?'

Slowly diminishing. It's about to finish. Two pieces remain.

'But no… bananas are precious material… don't give them to those who finish. Reward them to those who don't…'

What happens when the bananas finish? One piece remain.

'This banana… if I eat and its gone, the plate is empty… leave it on the plate… it will slowly rot and die…'

He stared longingly at the last piece of banana, eyeing it as if it was some sort of mysterious object which needed thorough examination.

'How the status of a plate rests on the life of a sliced banana. Depressing indeed.'

He gobbled the banana in one fell swoop, like a hawk to prey.

A plate now empty, once filled with banana slices. Prepared for by mother, finished by son.