Here I am, I have to study maths for the tomorrow test. I'm too lazy to do it. I don't know, I just... I'm just not in the right mood to do that. I have nobody who loves me, I always have to work, and I never do anything I like. My cries are filled with panic and desperation, sometimes I just want somebody whom I can relax with. Sometimes I want a hug, cuddling with someone, am I asking too much? Is the world really that lonely? Just a hug, snuggling a bit with someone, having fun, feeling the love. I have nothing of this in my life. I've tried everything written on the Internet, but it just doesn't work. I never feel better. What's wrong with me? What's wrong with everyone else? It just looks like we're all depressed. What am I supposed to do? I always feel like there's no way out. This is unacceptable. Other people don't look so happy as well, they always look they need some de-stressing. Who do I always have to suffer? Why can't I just be happy once for all? Life should be as pleasing as it can get, remember, we only live once.
I'm trying to get up from my bed to go to school. I'm feeling so bad. I'm having breakfast.
Nobody's talking to me, not even my parents, who are close to me.
"Hurry up, we're going to be late!", said my mom. Another thing that stresses me.
I take the bus, a bus filled with people, depressed people. They talk to each other, but not in a so cheerful way, they seem calm, but it looks like something's wrong with their mood.
I try to randomly chat with a stranger: "Hello, do you want to chat?", I asked to him, smiling.
"No, thanks, I'm listening to music now!", he replied.
And this is the morning, except everyday's like this, all day long. Everyone acts cold. Why is the world so bad? The bus keeps going, but people's mind are wrapped within themselves. It seems like anything remotely pleasant is stigmatized by the society. I want to change this, but doing this alone is impossible, and the problem is, I don't have anyone whom I can trust and count. I arrived to school.
There are many people, but either I know them but they don't want to talk with me, either I don't know them, and I'm not sure if they want to talk with me.
I try to approach a stranger:"Hello!", I say, smiling. That person ignores me, he doesn't even watch me and goes away. I try another one:"Hello!", I say, smiling.
"Who are you?", he replies.
"My name is Sara, and I'm 18, yours?"
"I'm David, also 18, why are you randomly talking to me, I don't even know you!"
"I want to meet new friends, do you?"
"Honestly, I have many friends, we go out every weekend"
"I may add up with them" (smile)
"Not sure, we're already used to our circle, it would feel weird to have somebody else"
"Why is that? I'm a human like you, please, we're going to have fun!"
"Okay, okay, let's get to know each other"
"I'm Sara, I think I like making people happy, I like hugs, cuddles, compliments, personal attention and all these things. But recently, I've been feeling very sad, I don't know, nobody seems to appreciate my efforts, and nobody loves me. Sometimes I cry, I don't know what to do. I know it sounds weird to confess something like this to a complete stranger, but I really don't know what else I'm supposed to do"
"With seven billion people, are you really feeling lonely?"
"I'm sick of that excuse, considering I have to travel around the world to meet those people, it's just nonsense"
"Okay, do you want to go out with us later this day?"
"Yes, please. Thank you, I need this!"
After a stressful day of school, I meet David and his friends.
"Hi David!", I went in for a hug, and, surprisingly, he accepted.
We went in his car and were driving to the nearest restaurant.
After a few minutes, I had a strange feeling in my stomach.
(Am I really having butterflies in my stomach? Am I really feeling that happy? Is this happiness?), I thought.
Those "butterflies" got stronger as time went by. It was like having a pleasant stomach ache. A weird feeling, but I felt nice. I wanted to feel even better, I wanted some love directed at me.
Soon, I understood what was that feeling. I was gassy. I needed to fart, but that wasn't my intention, since most of the times my farts have a toxic-like smell.
Since I was a baby, my farts have always been lethal. I fart multiple times a day, luckily, I'm in my room, so nobody smells them. If a friends comes to my house, we always play in the living room. My room has like a permastink.
I'm trying to do my best not to let one out, but it's not that easy. The butterflies in my stomach are getting stronger. Now I know, I'm not happy at all, not feeling good at all, I was just gassy, all my hopes are dead now, I'll never feel happy in my life.
I wonder how are other people feeling. Since I'm very honest, I just ask them:
"How are you feeling?", I asked.
"Nice, we're going to have fun together at the restaurant, we're going to eat, chat, relax, what's better than this?", a friend of David said.
"Maybe you are right!", I replied.
This was going to be a good moment, I know it.
Ok, stop this, I have to fart, but I simply cannot say it. I'll just let one.
PFFFFFFFFF
This one was silent, but very likely, it's going to be deadly.
"What's this smell? Hey, guys, did you fart? Ahah, I'm sorry, Sara, do you know my friends, I'll open the windows!", he said.
So, he didn't get I was the one who farted?
David had a disgusted face. I know he couldn't drive that long with this toxic fog that permeated this car.
"David, I don't want your friends to feel guilty, I farted", I said.
"Really? How can a cute and affectionate girl like you make a fart that smells worse than a rotten pepper? I cannot breathe, ugh...", David said.
"I'm sorry".
David was eyewatering, and everytime he breathed he squirmed and made sounds that sounded like he was puking. I know he couldn't breathe my stinky polluted air that long
"I'm sorry, David, you can stop driving this car, we're not that far", I said.
"I cannot leave my car in the traffic, Sara, but I'm literally dying" - "AAAHHH", he screamed in pain, as soon as he breathed a bit more than normal.
The guy who's sitting near me has his entire head outside the window, trying to breathe some clean air.
"You could use your farts as a biological weapon, like, you can even use to torture criminals, they're that bad!"
Soon, an idea came to my mind.
"Do you think I can really punish people with my farts?", I asked.
"Yes, just tie them up and fart in their faces if they don't do what you want, simply. They're going to do anything for you!", a friend said.
"Great!". I still was not feeling very happy, but this was a great idea. Now, why are so many people unhappy? First, we don't have enough friends. True! Let's build a "friend center" where people meet and get happy together.
"What do you think about building a, like, friend center, where people make new friends, just chat, and relax together with other people? It sounds nice to me!", I suggested.
"We should have the permission to do so, they won't let us build anything we want", said the friend who's near me. I still don't know his name.
"Sure, uhm, what's your name?", I asked.
"My name is Hans", he said.
"Please, don't put your head outside the windows!", I said, giggling.
"I have to. I'd have a shock breathing that thing you made!", he said.
David and the other friend had tears running down their faces and they were shaking. The windows were open, and David sometimes put his head outside his window to have some relief from the rancid stink. Too bad, I have to fart again.
PFFFFFFFFF
"Did you fart again? No, Sara! Ahh... it feels like this car is melting from the stink. This is brimstone stench! It's hell!", David said.
"I'm sorry, David!", I said, giggling.
"Anyway, Hans, you said that they won't let us build anything we want. Who are they?", I asked.
"I don't know exactly, I think they're the ones who take care of urban planning, let's search on the Internet after we go to the restaurant, maybe we'll find them!", he said.
Finally, we arrived to the restaurant parking, so we were all been able to go outside the car.
David left his windows a bit open, just to allow the air entering, but he didn't want anyone to steal anything, so he didn't open them that much.
David and his friends took extremely deep breaths, they eventually got light-headed and had to sit down and relax a bit.
"Do you need something?", I asked.
"Please, my hand is paralized because of the hyper-ventilation, I'm about to faint, please, massage my arm", he asked.
"Sure!", I said.
I massaged his arm for about 20 minutes. I saw he was feeling good, relaxed.
"Do you like it?", I asked, smiling.
"Yes, thank you, I, I think you're amazing", he said.
"Nice to hear! You're making me happy, you know?", I said.
I still wasn't feeling 100% alright, but it was better than the other days. I see some light at the end. David's hand wasn't paralyzed anymore after about 7 minutes, he could freely move it, but since it felt so pleasing to him, I kept massaging his arm for 13 minutes more.
After I finished, I asked him: "How did that feel?"
"Great! I'm relaxed now!", he replied.
"Do you other guys need it? It would be my pleasure doing that!", I asked, smiling, but they said "later". Good!
We were at the restaurant. I ate beans, eggs and sweet peppers.
"Won't that thing make you, uhm... uhm?", David asked.
"Yes, don't worry, I'm doing this on purpose!", I said.
"Let's search that thing on the Internet! Let's build a friend center, so people will become happier!", I suggested.
"Great idea!", said Samuel, the other friend who was sitting in the front of the car. Now I know all of this people's names.
We came to that place, and proposed this new building.
"You need to tell me everything if you want it: the cost, how large is the area of that building, the price of a session, the policies, you know, we cannot do it randomly."
"I don't know how much will it cost, that's up to you knowing it, as far as the area is concerned, I think 2500 square feet with two floors is enough, and... the price of a session? Are you joking? It's going to be completely free! The policies, well, are the usual, we don't share any personal information and blah blah. Any problem?", I said.
"Of course there's a problem. You said the sessions are going to be completely free. That's a big problem. How exactly are you going to earn money from that? You need some pricing. I suggest you at least 50 dollars per hour"
"It's free because if a person is feeling stressed, they can come here and feel relaxed as many times as they want. So many people don't have a single friend, so we should make a place where a person will feel loved. Money's not needed.", I said.
"How are you going to earn money?"
"By advertising"
"Do you think you'll get a good amount of advertising, you know, nobody cares about it"
"Not true. Do you know how many people are feeling lonely in this moment? We'll have many clients!"
"You are right. But if it's free, you won't get any money."
"My parents still work for me, I'm a student, I don't need money, my parents give me some money"
"Well then, let's build that. 6 months, and the building will be ready!"
Jjj... during these months I'm desperately waiting, I'm really looking forward to that centre, jjj...
6 MONTHS LATER
"Good morning, what is this place?", a guy asked.
"This is our friend centre, if you happen to feel lonely, you can spend some hours with us and just relax, I hope you'll feel much better and much more relaxed after this!", I said, smiling.
"Is it true? Am I dreaming? How does it cost?", he asked.
"It's free!", I replied.
I invited him over the couch.
"Do you want to play videogames? I have some new cool ones! Do you want to chat? Do you need a hug?", I asked.
"I could use a hug right now!", he said.
We hugged, and he looked so happy. I was beginning to feel happy, but, you know, happiness doesn't last forever, in fact...
"I'm sad because I'm on medications, my psychiatrist diagnosed me with ADHD, and after 30 minutes, he gave me meds, I'm always feeling irritated, bad mood, and even though you're hugging me so affectionately, I'm not feeling that well"
Suddenly, my feelings got a shock. How is this torture possible? I have to stop this!
"If you need it, we can very slowly taper them off, you'll be free at last!"
"I can't, else my psychiatrist will put me in a hospital for weeks, like he already did.
"Let's call the police!", I suggested.
"It's useless, they get a lot of money, the police is corrupted, they're not going to do anything.", he said, almost starting to cry.
"Don't worry, I'm going to solve this!", I comforted him.
I went to the psychiatric facility with 200 Norwegian soldiers.
"OPEN THE DOOR!", I shouted.
They opened the door. The soldiers were pointing their guns at everyone, so they would stay still.
"Now, tell me who gives medications to unwilling people! If someone does that, SPEAK! You'd regret it!", I said.
Everyone was extremely scared.
"If nobody speaks, we're going to just place an explosive in here and leave the place. SPEAK!"
A person was starting to speak.
"I, give, them, but... WAIT! It's not my fault! These are higher orders!"
"Who gives you these higher orders?", I asked.
"I cannot say that, their punishment will be extreme, please..."
"My punishment will be extreme as well, now, tell me", I threatened.
"Okay, okay, the seat is in San Jose, California. The orders come from there"
"You're coming with us", I said.
"Soldiers, handcuff him, we don't want any troubles", I said.
Arriving there by car would have been so long, so we took a private airplane.
As soon as we went in San Jose, I ate, like, 5 plates of beans, eggs, cauliflower and sweet peppers, and I drank 3 glasses of milk. Now, just try to beat me.
We had a technology that made police vehicles to explode instantaneously within a radius of 1000 feet. We're invincible!
We placed an explosive on a door, so we could enter.
"DON'T MOVE!", Norwegian soldiers shouted.
Nobody moved, we entered, and asked: "Who's the one who's saying everyone should take drugs? TELL US!", I said, in a threatening voice.
"TELL US, OR YOU'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!", I said.
"It's me, my name is Steve", a person admitted.
"Why are you doing this? Can't you see all the people suffering because of you? Please, stop doing this!", I begged.
"People need drugs, there's no other way to heal mentally disturbed people!"
"It's not true! For example, we built a friend center where everyone can relax, we can even cuddle with each other without thinking about stressful situations. Why are you torturing people?", I asked.
"It's not a torture, they need it, we know it better than you!"
"They don't need it, they even say they're suffering!", I said.
"This is an economy, we cannot just stop it suddenly!", he said.
"You have a choice, try to taper those drugs off your clients, and send them to our friend centre, they're going to feel very well!", I said, smiling.
"No, that's not possible. They can go to that friend centre, of course, but they still have to take their drugs!"
"Why?", I asked.
"Because drugs are useful, they help you calm down and react better to stressful situations!".
"Okay, I cannot waste my time like this, will you taper the drugs off your unwilling patients?", I asked.
"Ehm... uhm..."
"Choose...", I said, annoyed.
"I cannot do that!", he said.
"This was your last possibility, soldier, handcuff him and tie him to a bed!", I said.
He got his hands, feet, head, everything tied to the bed. He couldn't move at all.
I'm sooo gassy from the 5 plates of that thing I ate earlier, he's going to regret it.
"I'm going to get undressed, so I'm going to be more comfortable", I said.
I took my shoes of first, then socks, then the shirt, then pants, I even took my panties off. He saw my ass, but he wasn't going to like it.
"What? What are you doing?", he asked.
"You'll see. You know, I ate 5 plates of eggs, beans, cauliflower and sweet peppers earlier, I even drank 3 glasses of milk. I'm feeling uncomfortably gassy now, I hope your nose won't mind", I replied.
I lied down with my back facing upwards, gently placing my round cute butt in his face, with his nose closely touching the source of the rancid sour stink.
"You're going to fart on me? They're just farts, you know, not a big deal", he said, trying to comfort himself.
"Except I have a very rich metabolism, the bacteria inside my body do their work perfectly, they produce great quantities of Hydrogen Sulfide and Dimethyl Sulfide, which are two compunds that smell extremely bad. Hydrogen Sulfide smells like rotten eggs, while Dimethyl Sulfide smell like rotten cabbage, and has a sulphurous smell. The thing is, doctors were really surprised when they smelt them, they haven't smelt anything like that before. They said about one in a million has farts like mine or stinkier, so, in the whole world, we are like only 7000. Nobody's able to endure my regular farts from a close distance - everyone leaves when I fart - let alone being able to endure them with your nose touching my butthole after I ate so much gassy food, without being able to flee because you're tied up. Now, do you understand the situation you're being in?"
He clearly understood.
"Please, let me go, I will not do bad things anymore, please"
"No way! You made so many people suffer so much they ended their lives, don't you deserve to feel uncomfortable a lil bit? They're just farts, come on!"
In the meanwhile, I was chilling out, reading a fantasy book. I have to fart, and it feels like it's one of these that will burn my butt, but, nevermind.
PFFFFFFFFF
Wow! It felt very hot! That person was squirming so much, I see, he doesn't want to breathe anymore, but he has to, else he'll dies. He's not going anywhere. His eyes are watering and he's coughing.
"STOP! EVEN IF YOU TRY TO ESCAPE, IT'S USELESS! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?", I shouted.
His head was tied up as well, so his nose was going to be in my butthole, no matter how much he fought.
That fart must have stunk so much. I remember once, eating gassy foods in my room, nobody could enter in my room for 3 days, even with windows open. Breathing that rubbish was just impossible.
I remember when we were kids, me and my older brother used to smell each other's farts, and see who could to that the longest. I could smell his without any problem, but he couldn't smell mine at all. Once, when he smelt a fart of mine up close and personal with his nose, yeah, I farted on his face, and, he got a shock and started convulsing on the floor. Next times he put his finger near, instead of his nose, but I noticed that, and said "Don't cheat". He said: "just fart, it will dissolve in the air and I'm going to smell it". I farted, and he immediately ran away from my room trying not to breathe. My farts are that bad. Now they're even worse. We stopped playing that game when he was 12 because we knew it was wrong on many ways, and because it was totally impossible for him to endure the stink of my farts. We still feel very guilty about that, a brother and sister shouldn't do these things. But now, we are in a very good relationship with my brother.
PFFFFFF
I farted another time, I could sense his nostrils hair burning. His face was very humid, with tears. He tried breaking his arms free, but, unfortunately, it was not possible, since he was tied up. His breathing was not normal, it was "shaky". I know he wasn't liking it.
"Crying is useless, you just have to accept it. Think about, I don't know, roses, chocolate, whatever smell you like".
PFFFFFFFFFFFF
Yeah, but, rotten eggs and rotten cabbage, creating a very pungent rancid sour unbreathable smell is all he's going to get.
I kept farting right in his nose, but judging from what I read, smelling farts will make someone pass out eventually. Is that a misconception? All I see is extreme suffering. Maybe this is better. I kept farting.
PFFFFFFFFF
He wasn't understanding anything anymore, his eyes were crossing and his convulsions were something I've never seen in my life, not even in an acted movie.
Only 20 minutes have passed since the first fart. Is he done yet?
I've still got PLENTY of raunchy farts for him, it's unfair!
This procedure should last a hour minimum.
I farted once more. PFFFFFFFFF
He stopped squirming, did he pass out?"Did he pass out?", I asked using a crypted message to the soldier who was watching us in a far place. Because, obviously, it's impossible to endure this putrid smell if you're in the same room as us.
"No, he's just catatonic, keep farting!", he replied.
"Okay!", I replied.
After two hours, I stopped, leaving him conscious, but motionless and severely shocked.
"Hello guys! Now I'm the header of this facility! Let's taper off all the patients who don't want psychiatric medications, or, you know what will happen to you, yes, you saw everything!", I said.
"Does it smell that bad?", one asked.
"You can try to briefly enter that room, if you want!", I suggested, smiling, not wanting to harm him.
He entered that room, and soon as he made a small breath, he coughed, sat down with light convulsions.
"Okay, it's stinky enough!", he admitted.
"Now, there are many other ways to calm people down naturally, like, what about a relaxing massage? I know how to do them, I had courses, and now I have a certificate! It could be ONE solution!", I said.
"Okay, miss!", one said.
I had the chance of appearing in the TV.
"Feeling stressed, sad, anxious, lonely? Don't know whom to talk to because you're afraid of unpleasant therapies? Try our friend center! It's like staying with affectionate and caring friends. You'll definitely feel much better! We can even cuddle with you! Do you want to play videogames? Do you want to chat? Do you want a hug? Do you want cuddles? Do you want to express your negative feelings to someone who listens to you? Do you want to listen to music with someone who keeps you company? We have everything here, and the best thing it's free! We are currently planning to open more in multiple countries. Just come here, and you'll feel loved".
Of course, the world will not be perfect with this, but people will have more opportunities to be happy, loved, and get the personal attention they need as humans.
Everybody needs love, if you don't get it, you are 100% right to complain. If you see a person who needs love, give them all the love they need. You can brighten up a person's day. We should me more accepting and affectionate to other people, not insulting and bullying.
See you next time, I really love you, YOU are special!