The Watcher

Today is 20th June, and it's been 5 days since the world went to shit.

My name is… I don't really know if my name is important, to be honest. For now let's just use pronouns, I think it's the best option.

Splendid! Now let's redo that.

Today is the 20th day of June, and it's been 5 days since The Fall occurred. I'd say that this isn't some shit that can go down in just one day, but the last day of a normal, peaceful life was on June 15th.

Anyways, I don't think the person who'll write my diary will be so invested in my every thought, or will they? Actually, what do I care? These are my memoirs, so I'll write whatever the hell I want.

"Today is 20/06/2035. The reason why I'm writing this: I want to be remembered."

Whew. And with that, my awesome diary comes to life.

Now, what to write? What should I say? Oh! I got it!

"4 days ago, Jimmy was murdered. He was my best friend, and watching him die so easily led me to an important conclusion: Even if you die being a great person, no one will remember you unless there is evidence of your existence."

Hmmm, it might be a bit edgy, but I think it's ok for now. I mean, it does sound a bit too corny, but if I'm gonna write about Jimmy, then this thing has to be flawless.

"To whoever finds this, I want you to know that if this notebook is in your hands, then it must mean that I'm dead. If that's the case, I hope that these memoirs will be useful or at least entertaining.

And please, I beg you to take good care of this diary. After all, I want to leave evidence of my existence."

PLOP

Oh shit, an ink droplet just fell on the page. Alright, maybe if I…

WHOOSH

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I just fucked up. I really, really fucked up. I tried to blow on the ink so it wouldn't make a mess on the page, but it had the opposite effect. FUCK! Now my diary entry says "...I want to leave evidence of my ex-"

Now this WILL be corny. Imagine dedicating an entire notebook of memoirs to a person that doesn't love you anymore. Nah, couldn't be me.

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I really want to wipe the ink and clean the page, but I think that would be counter-productive. What if I just tear the page off instead? 

"I hope that these memoirs will be useful or at least entertaining."

Hmm… Now that I read that out loud, I realize something: Entertaining equals funny, so if my diary is a mess from the very beginning then it will definitely amuse the reader. Damn, I'm a genius. 

"Please ignore this ginormous ink stain. And this arrow that I'm making to point to that notoriously big stain, ignore it too, if you may."

Fuck… I really am bad at drawing stuff. I can't even draw a proper arrow to point something out. Just what type of impression will the readers get from this? That I'm a total mess? That I'm just a funny/silly guy? Or even worse, will they get the impression that I cover my lack of writing skills and try to cover it with intentional mistakes?

WUP WUP WUP

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Great, now there are a bunch of ugly lines on the paper. AND I LITERALLY HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED THE FIRST PAGE YET!

Uff, I think I need to calm down. Come on, inhale… exhale… inhale… exhale… inhale… and exhale… Hmm, yeah, that really helped.

Alright, so where was I? Oh, right, the diary.

"You know what, reader? Why don't we start again?

Today is the 20th day of June. The year we're in is 2035, and what you're about to read are some stranger's memoirs being compiled in this notebook. Whether you find it funny or useful is totally up to you, but no matter what you think about it, all I'll ever care for is if you find it enjoyable or not."

Wow. I managed to say the exact same shit within 2 pages. I must be some type of reversed genius. Like, I can use my lack of intelligence to make the world a worse place instead of the other way around.

No, but seriously, WHY HAVEN'T I ADVANCED IN THIS SHIT ALREADY?! I've spent 30 minutes doing this. 30 FUCKING MINUTES! And you know what I've done during that time? NOTHING! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!

And someone might say "that's ok, writing is really difficult, so it's not a big deal". IT IS A BIG DEAL, YOU DIMWIT! Imagine sitting in front of a bunch of papers for half an hour and writing the same thing TWICE. Ugh…

Anyways, maybe it's better if I don't dwell on it too much. All those mistakes add more personality to the diary after all, don't they? Don't they…?

"Ignore those 2 first pages and focus on this 3rd page instead, ok?

You might be asking yourself 'Hey, why is this rando writing about his experiences after The Fall?', and that's when I come in and explain. 

You see, the world is full of insignificant people. We're all born being insignificant, and the only thing that makes us significant is what remains of us after we pass away. 

Think about a billionaire, anyone you want. Do you think that they're immortalised? NO! NOT AT ALL! Some of them are known for being filthy rich or for being the owners or founders of a specific company, nothing else; now, think about The Fall. Do you think that their legacy or the remains of their lives are still here? What's the point of creating a futuristic phone if no one will use it in the future, or what's the point of buying a social media and making it worse if it will be shut down at some point?

See what I'm trying to get at? Unless a big, solid evidence of your time on the earth exists somewhere, your whole time being alive could be considered as insignificant or meaningless. My aim with this diary is, well, what I just said: Leaving a piece of myself that will show the world who I was, how I was, and how I should be remembered. 

I'm not going to write about good or caritative deeds, and I won't definitely write about despicable acts either. What I'll do is actually quite simple: Just write, and nothing else.

So, just sit back and relax. If you have the ingredients, prepare yourself some coffee or a cup of tea even, because once you flip the page you'll read about the most average person in this new world: Me."

Hmmm… 

The end seems a bit weird, but I'm pretty sure that it's perfect for a first entry. It's nothing too philosophical and it's also nothing too goofy, so I think that my future readers will enjoy it a lot

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Oh, shit! I almost forgot! Every book needs its cover. I'm too shitty to draw, so maybe just a written title would be perfect. But what should it be…

"My memoirs?"... Nah, it's too corny. "My diary?"... Nope, too much vibes of a 12 years old girl. "The story of my life?"... Definitely not, this is even worse than the first thing.Fuck, what to name it…? 

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No way! No way! No way! I found the perfect title for this diary: The Watcher. The reason? I'm literally "a watcher". Instead of fighting or fleeing, I just watch. Plus, I think it matches the notebook, because I'm just writing what I watch or experience (litearlly)

"Hello reader. Before I forget, my name is "The Watcher. Even though just "Watcher" works too.

Anyways, welcome to the vast collection of everything that I watched. Whether you like it or not, or if you want to or not, this notebook is now your responsibility. So please, I beg you: Always preserve this diary and take good care of it, I really want to be immortalised in the only way possible.