Description: this is a dystopian novel with fart fetish elements.
Havana, Cuba.
Wednesday. January 1, 2020.
"Why can't I write the stories I want to write?", asked Anna.
Daniel looked at her with shock and disgust. How can a person want to be free?
"You need to consult a psychiatrist. Quickly", said Daniel, a person who, in a conformist and shallow society, could be defined as a "friend".
Anna hoped Daniel wouldn't tell anyone about her ideals of freedom, but it was too late as he walked away, not wanting to bother himself with a mentally troubled girl.
She went back home and started studying the history of communism, particularly Lenin's rise to power. She wasn't allowed walking around doing nothing, and she, like most cubans, didn't have access to the Internet either. Television and newspapers were strictly controlled by the government. She realised that humankind doesn't learn from their own history, rather, they pretend everything and tell us that everything is fine, while repeating the same mistakes over and over again, albeit within different contexts.
Anna couldn't find anyone who had her ideas, but that was obvious: people were not allowed to talk about freedom, so they kept their mouths shut. She kept studying, hours and hours, and her headache kept growing stronger, day by day.
She was tired of her life, she was considering ending her own life for good's sake, as the suffering in living in such a broken society was too painful to be endured. She was thinking about writing a story about heaven on earth, but she also didn't want to get caught, so she just imagined it and got sad at the thoughts she could never live in a place like that. She didn't know how life was outside of the island, but escaping from there was virtually impossible anyway. She kept studying all day and couldn't find a time to rest. She hated her life, and she hated the world for being so mean to everyone. She didn't want to suffer like that.
While she was studying, she sometimes thought about her imaginary world. She was mentally placing herself near a waterfall which made relaxing sounds. The birds were flying in the clear blue sky, and a friend of hers came near her and held her hands. The thought alone did make Anna feel a bit better, but it was not enough, as she stopped daydreaming and saw she was still in her boring room. She was getting frustrated as her needs were not being met.
It was time for dinner, and Anna went to the kitchen. Her parents were silent, as speaking was considered inappropriate. They ate their small portions of food and then everyone went back to work.
Anna's father was working in a cocoa plantation, and her mother works in a tourism office. Anna is a student and has to study all day long, because she's not allowed to do otherwise, as being successfull in considered a mandatory requirement in this world.
Anna feels helpless, she can't do anything and the worst thing is that she can't even help change the world, but then she realised that only the powerful people might change it, but they won't, because their pursuit of complete power and their greed prevents the world to be changed positively.
Heroes are fighting for a better world, and they have an influence over the western countries, but the majority of the world is still plagued by taboos and traditions.
Anna was thinking that the world hasn't got any better since the October Revolution in 1917, about 102 years earlier than the moment Anna was living in. And she also thought that nothing will change in her lifetime. She was stuck to living in a broken society, and she couldn't do anything to fix it, she was totally powerless. She brushed her teeth and went to sleep. Sleeping is the only moment when Anna can feel peace, but it's useless, because as soon as she wakes up, everything comes back to bad. She was actually having a nightmare this night, as she dreamt her normal life.
Anna woke up sweating and thirsty, so she got up and drank some water. She woke up from and to a nightmare, and then went back to sleep, hoping she will dream something good this time.
She only remembered her nightmare when morning came. She was tired and her head was aching, but she decided to study anyway, even though she was feeling nauseous. She tried to read something, but she felt like her mind didn't agree with her. Reading became overwhelmingly difficult, so she decided to take a break and walk around her room.
It was time for breakfast, and she ate bread and eggs, then went back to her room.
She was thinking about how can the world get better.
"Maybe, if society becomes more open-minded and free, it will be better", thought Anna, remembering that she was not allowed to talk about freedom, nor she was allowed to criticise the society and the government. It was really hard for her to live in this world, and she gave up multiple times at the thought no one can do anything to improve the world and make it turn into the heaven she imagines. All she got was a sweaty humid heat amidst palm trees and tropical vegetation, not her idea of heaven. But that would only be tolerable to her if people were friendly and kind to each other.
She was trying to study, but she was depressed and couldn't do it. She walked around the room, daydreaming about an imaginary world that cannot exist. Each day, she was getting more frustrated and her energies were getting drained like there was a negative energy that sucks the soul's essences and makes the forces of evil even stronger. Anna was only a victim of the system, just like every common citizen. Unless you are a powerful person, you won't get any protection and you won't be safe.
She lied on her bed, closed her eyes and slept, waiting for lunch. She woke up after a few hours, but lunch time was not yet. She woke up, but was still feeling sleepy, she didn't know what she could do to feel better. She needed some loving words, but in an emotionally cold and distant world, love is nowhere to be seen. Only hatred and loneliness. You have to follow a set strict of rules to receive something that remotely bears a resemblance of love, and this "something" is actually fake. The most important rule is probably "don't break cultural taboos". Forget talking about social freedom, people would pretend they don't care anyway. Even when the sun shines bright and the sky is clear blue, people around you make it morph into a gray filter of emotional darkness and apathy. Anna needed to escape from this reality, and the only way to do it was sleeping, but it was useless: every problem came back as soon as she woke up again. There's no use in living in a planet devastated by a few people who control everything.
Anna wanted to write a novel, but any work of art which doesn't follow the regime will not be published, and the creator will probably be arrested. Anna felt like this was extremely limiting for an artist, she wanted to write about a happy world where everyone can do whatever they want unless they're harming someone else. She thought this was a great idea but she also knew thar a book that goes against the rules would be dangerous to be written. "Shame", she thought, as her writing abilities would probably be great and she would have written a really good novel. But in a communist country, creativity is repressed and not tolerated.
Anna was undecided: ending her own life or not? She decided to keep living, because she thought that she had a purpose in this world. She felt like she was enlightened by some mental force and wanted to show people the truth before she dies of, she hoped, old age. She wanted to change the world, but doing so was virtually impossible. She was thinking deeply about how the world should change. She was thinking honestly, and all she wanted was a place where you could talk about whatever you want and have friends. She was a strong proposer of freedom of speech, but she had to keep it for herself. Nobody should know her true personality, for the consequences would be devastating for her life. Instead, she keeps hiding her true feelings and pretending everything is okay, when in reality, it was as far from okay as possible. She was trying to fall asleep again, but the thoughts wouldn't let her. Everything was so metaforically dark and scary, she needed reality to be different than this. There were probably some other people who thought about this, but they don't say it out loud in fear of judgement. People have been trained to gossip and judge people, and this behaviour is still spreading like a disease.
It will never end.
After thinking so much and crying, Anna fell asleep. For some minutes, Anna didn't feel anything other than peace. But after she woke up, her facial expression indicated that her emotions were in fact worsening, and this trend had been going on for a year at least. She couldn't find any joy in this miserable life, and she was waiting for the end of everything to come. She knew that the sun will eventually get so big, all the water on earth will evaporate and all creatures will be cooked alive and made extinct, and this thought was soothing to her, because she thought that it will be the ultimate end to all suffering. But now, she had to suffer for several decades without any conscious rest from this relentless unmercy. She thought that suffering was a part of life, sure, but it shouldn't be a chronic state that never ever eases. Everything good was being spoiled and stigmatized. Even cuddling was not completely accepted.
She had lunch, and as usual, nobody was speaking. Soon, before going to back to work, they watched the news on TV about murders and then went back to work. Anna's mother was still at home, but her father had to work in cocoa plantations. Their wages could let the family survive. Anna went back to her room and kept studying, even though she was feeling miserable. She studied all day and went to sleep, and days were being like that, always, day after day. No joy.
After waking up, Anna felt nauseous and had a strong headache. She didn't want to suffer anymore. "How can I kill myself?", she thought, thinking about shooting herself, drowning herself, hanging, and other methods that weren't available at the moment. She decided to stay alive, thinking she would have regretted killing herself. After all, she had a purpose in her life, although she knew that she couldn't fulfill it. She felt like she was trapped in a world she didn't want to live in. It was by long too much for her, but she had to suffer life's inconveniences and try to endure them.
Anna had breakfast, but she didn't feel like eating anymore. She was waiting for a hypothetical moment when she will be able to change the world, but she knew that will never happen. She fears other's judgement and can't say whatever she wants. The powerful people are preventing any dissent by validating taboos and suppressing freedom of speech. Anna had no chance of living a happy life. She thought that nobody can live a truly happy life. She was doomed and couldn't escape her fate, that is: dying without fulfilling her wishes. Everyone will be doomed.
In the meanwhile, Daniel was talking to his friend Clara.
"Hi", said Daniel.
"Hi, how are you?", replied Clara.
"I'm fine, thanks, what about you?" - "I'm fine" - "What a beautiful day" - "Everyday is beautiful here" - "Did you know Elisa was suspended from school?" - "No, why was she suspended?" - "She was a bully" - "She deserved it, then!"...
They remained silent because they didn't know what to talk about, as the majority of topics were considered taboos.
"Had a nice conversation, bye", said Daniel, walking away and feeling an emotion he has been brainwashed to call "happiness", when in fact, he was feeling miserable, just like Anna, but he accepted it because he genuinely thought this was the right way a society should be.
Daniel came back home and had lunch. Nobody was talking, even though Daniel was a "normal person". Almost every topic was considered inappropriate so they stay silent and wait. Daniel then was studying all day, without even thinking how bad and messed up society was. All he thought about was studying. As his thoughts are much shallower than Anna's, days were passing very fast. He wasn't sad, he was feeling "fine", or at least, that's what he was saying. He didn't care about "improving" the society, as he thought it was already good enough.
When Daniel and his family had dinner, everything would be dead silent without the sound of the television, which broadcasted the negative and sadness-inducing news. Daniel didn't care about the news, he thought bad things couldn't happen to him as he was a good and hard-working person, and the police protects people anyway. He thought he didn't have to worry about anything. As a "normal" person, Daniel never wrote any novel, nor did he want to, unlike Anna, who longs for writing an utopian novel. Her desire will never be fulfilled, though.
Daniel was watching the news on TV, he found them really interesting, just like watching a crime tv show. But the difference is that news are not fictional, all those things happened in real life and there was actual suffering. But nobody cares.
Anna was watching the same news as Daniel and felt sick in the stomach. She felt empathy for the people who were arbitrarily arrested, likely for having criticised the government, and didn't consider the news to be fictional entertainment. She was kind.
She went back to her room and started crying. She didn't want to live in this reality anymore. She cried but didn't feel any better. The world was totally messed up, and she couldn't do anything to improve it. Still feeling a knot in her throat and having wet eyes, she decided to breathe deeply and accept the fact she couldn't do anything. Only the powerful people can change the world, but they don't do it, and Anna alone was at their mercy... not that they have mercy anyway. Anna couldn't stand this living hell anymore. She was totally powerless.
Daniel, however, still felt "fine" after watching those dreadful news. To him, it was no different than watching a fictional crime series. He didn't even consider the fact it could be a "big deal". After watching the news, he studied like he saw nothing at all and then slept peacefully.
Anna didn't know Daniel was much calmer than her, she thought that everyone was suffering. The solution is probably not to think and blindly follow society's rules without questioning them. That's something that Anna could never accept. Even Anna went to sleep, but she was stressed and couldn't relax. Sometimes she was having nightmares, but she always waited for the next dream: dreaming was the only moment when she could feel truly happy.
Daniel woke up, thought it was going to be an amazing day and went outside.
Totally alone.
Alone.
Surrounded by people, but still alone.
Daniel was walking in the streets without anyone to keep him company. He was wondering what other people were doing. He kept walking and saw nothing that interested him. The city was void of attractions for residents. Then, Daniel sat on a chair outside and looked at the sky. He thought:"It's sunny today" and smiled. Sunshine was enough to make him feel really good. The same can't be said for Anna: she thought that sunshine was not a reason to be happy, she found it totally meaningless. She wanted freedom, kindness and happiness to be prevalent in the world, but unfortunately, that was not the case. Unfriendliness, loneliness, sadness and restrictions are the prevalent things in our world. She wanted to break free from this psychological jail and finally be happy with plentiful of friends. Daniel, however, was fine, because it was sunny. He kept sitting on that chair and thought about nothing. "What will I eat for lunch?", he thought, curious about what his mom will cook for him. He wasn't thinking much, he was just watching the world around him and finding it beautiful as it is, as his head was basking in sunshine. His thoughts were nowhere as deep as Anna's, but he definitely thought about something now, that is:"I'm hungry, time to have breakfast soon". He was still sitting on a chair, but he decided to go home in a couple of minutes, after having enjoyed this glorious sunshine, that happens every day but, we shall enjoy it nonetheless.
Daniel felt fine as he watched the sky and thought about eating bread with butter. He sat on the chair for a couple of more minutes and then he was ready to get up and go home. He watched the sky one last time, feeling happy as the sunshine warmed his heart. He stood up and watched the buildings around him. Everything was normal, the usual daily life. He started walking home to eat breakfast: enough walking outside for today. He walked around the city and didn't think about anything, he just walked, but then he was feeling tired and sat on a chair again, looking at the sky.
Daniel could have sworn somebody was following while he was walking, but didn't give it much importance.
Somebody was indeed following him.
"Hands behind your back, you're under arrest", said a police officer.
Daniel wanted to ask what he had done wrong, but he wasn't allowed to say that. He was taken into custody by the police and none of his friends ever saw him again.
Anna didn't even realise that Daniel got arrested, but if she did, she would have hated the regime even more.
Daniel's parents were not allowed wondering where their son was, so they kept living their lives as nothing happened. They worked all day but they were still extremely poor by western standards, though they could afford a TV and food, but not an oven nor a fridge. Air conditioning was unknown to most in the island. The extreme poverty and the oppressive regime made this island a truly living hell, but it was not the only country whose citizens were oppressed by the government. Most of the world is shrouded in a metaforical dark fog that lingers for millennia. And it's always been like that since civilisations arised.
Anna wanted to stop this condition, but she needed huge help and being critical to the government was unallowed, so was manifestating. They had to do it in complete secrecy. Anna was asking herself how to find people with her same ideas. She just couldn't ask random people: she would have been arrested. Anna felt like she cried enough for today and stopped crying. The only thing she hoped was a socially and politically free society before she dies of old age. She hopes to die by natural causes, not killed by the government. She has explored the thought of killing herself, but decided not to do it. She understood life was a precious gift.
Anna's life was the same every day, she woke up and felt miserable. If only she could find a person with whom she could share her interest towards freedom...
She was utterly tired of staying in her room and thinking about hypothetical scenarios, but what else can she do? She can't even go outside alone, because outside is really dangerous. Police and criminals gangs both plague the cities, making life unlivable. Anna, like most people on the island, didn't have access to the internet, and television was strictly controlled by the government, so she had no chance of having fun.
Leisure time was virtually inexistent, being limited to eating (small portions) and sleeping. Anna didn't even want to go to school anymore, life was a true nightmare.
She hadn't even the force to cry anymore, she momentarily surrended to evil, in a vague hope things will change before she dies of old age. She kept studying all day long. Another strong soul has been dominated by a dark force. Evil wins again. There can't possibly any way to defeat it, and Anna, though mentally strong, looked and behaved like a typical brainwashed teenage girl, to prevent being judged and/or arrested.
Her life kept being like that.
In the meanwhile, life in the streets was busy as always. People were used to being scared and feeling oppressed, so that was a normality. The police was trying to find anyone who was acting suspiciously. Daniel has been arrested, but he was not the only one, of course. The incarceration rate is pretty high on that island. The streets were not safe, as scammers tried to scam tourists. Despite the harsh life conditions inside the country's borders, there still are tourists who visit the country for... various reasons.
Matias, a tourist from Spain, was stunned at the beauty of the country, and also enjoyed the warm and sunny weather. He thought this country was heaven. His wife, Annalisa, was also very happy to be in this country.
They were eating rice and bread at a luxury restaurant and were having a great time. They chose Cuba randomly, and they felt really safe to visit a communist country. They heard Cuba is one of the safest countries in the world, and they had to admit that was true, but they still thought Spain was much safer.
Anna didn't feel safe at all, though, as she could have been arrested for expressing her ideas about freedom.
Anyway, Matias and Annalisa were walking around the streets, safe and happily. They were looking at the magnificent buildings and at the old cars who gave an amazing atmosphere to the country, making it seem "a country frozen in time".
Matias wanted to take photos, but then he knew that he wasn't allowed to take them. He said that it didn't matter and that he was having a great time.
He sat on a chair outside with Annalisa and started chatting.
"I... (thinks about which topic is allowed talking about in Cuba)... ("think" is not a good word to say)... (neither is "want")..."
"You...?", asked Annalisa, confused by the long silence.
"I'm happy", he said, trying not to tell her anything that was unallowed.
"Good", she said.
Even with the strict restrictions, they were happy and having a great time, a thought that Anna couldn't even grasp. Anna thought that life was horrible for everyone in the island, but not everyone thought so. Matias and Annalisa didn't care about the restrictions and loved the country. If Anna knew it, it would be the proof that everyone has different tastes and not everyone likes to be free. Some people, unlike Anna, like submission and obeying to very strict and nonsensical rules. Matias looked at the sky, everything was pure and bright.
"This is the true life", said Matias, happy.
Matias thought about the millennials (who are 19 or 20 this year). They're constantly using mobile phones and are fully immersed in technology. Matias thought that the true life is simpler and more pure, and that without technology, social interactions would be the norm again. If only Anna knew what Matias was thinking... she would have debunked everything.
Matias and his wife Annalisa were walking around the streets, enjoying the new year holidays and living what they considered to be a simple and genuine life.
Miami, Florida
Monday. January 6, 2020. 07:00 A.M.
Jason is a normal guy who enjoys life, even though sometimes he's in a bad mood, because he has only one friend and he hears bad news on TV and the Internet. Sometimes he's happy, and sometimes he's sad. His parents are worried about him displaying such emotions, so they decided to take him to a psychiatrist in the afternoon. He decided not to go to school, because he was very worried about going to a psychiatrist, so he couldn't follow any lesson.
He was feeling nervous, he didn't know what would have happened after that.
He thought to himself:"Don't worry Jason, he... or she...'s gonna help me, not hurt me. I will feel a lot better after we'll done talking. Psychiatrists are there to help".
He felt a little better, but not enough. He didn't want to change his habits, his life, his emotions. He just wanted to be happy, and he thought the psychiatrist was going to make him happy, because that's what psychiatrists do, right?
He knew his life was about to change in an unknown direction, a better direction. He thought there was no need to worry and tried to calm down, but he was sad. He thought he needed more friends, but somehow, everyone except his only friend seemed to ignore him. He eventually accepted the fact he had just one friend and was satisfied with it, and decided to just wait until the sadness went away. Perhaps the psychiatrist will help him with sadness coping methods.
He used the Internet and listened to some melodic death metal songs. He was feeling more energic, but still sad. Listening to music wasn't enough to make him happy, so he decided to (legally) stream some movies, but he couldn't think about anything else than the fact he was going to see a psychiatrist. "Why am I worrying?", he thought, breathing deeply and sighing. He was still very nervous. He thought he needed someone to comfort him, but there was no one willing to do that, not even his parents, who told him seeing a psychiatrist was mandatory.
The appointment was at 4 P.M.
Only 8 hours left, the time of uncertainty was getting closer. He had much time left to think, and maybe it wasn't going to be as bad as he was thinking. He listened to music while walking in his own room. He started to calm down as he was listening to a calm power metal ballad he used to listen to a few years ago. He calmed down and wasn't thinking about the psychiatrist anymore. He decided to keep feeling like that until 3 P.M. then he thought he would have bursted into anger or tears.
He kept feeling a mix of calm, sadness and fear until lunch, which was ready to be eaten. His parents called him to come and eat, and he ate the lunch, albeit a small quantity, because he wasn't feeling too well.
"Is there something wrong?", asked his dad.
"I'm fine", said Jason, then he washed his teeth and went back to his own room.
He was so uncertain about what was going to happen, his feelings were not good. He watched some relaxing videos about nature sounds and calmed down, but still felt sadness and fear. He decided to go outside, but it wasn't helping. He sat down on a chair outside of his house and thought.
"It's not the end of the world", he thought, "Psychiatrists help people feel better. I will be happy, this is for sure. Having someone to talk to about my feelings surely will be a good thing".
A new emotion came up in Jason's soul: hope. He was feeling hopeful that every bad thing will be solved and that he was going to live a happy life. He wanted to always feel good, no matter what happened. Or better: he didn't care that much about erasing the negative emotions, but since seeing a psychiatrist was mandatory, he wanted to feel forever happy, at least.
It finally was 3 P.M. there was only one hour of sadness left, and then everything will be alright. Jason was entering the unknown, but he thought he could go back to his normal life, in the remote possibility that something he didn't like would have happened. His parents didn't utter many words, they just waited an hour. Jason was still outside, waiting for his fate. Whatever happened, he would be fine. Sometimes, he looked at the time on his mobile phone.
It is now 3:13 P.M. and Jason is hopeful towards psychiatry. He thought everything was going to be alright, but of course, saying that to yourself doesn't feel as good as if someone else says it.
3:26 P.M.
The beginning of something new is getting closer. Will Jason leave his negative emotions behind? What's going to happen? Does psychiatry actually help you? These and more are the doubts Jason is having right now. No matter how sad Jason is, now these bad feelings are hopefully going away and will just be a distant memory. "Be happy".
He thought about nice things, but the clock was signing a contract with a brand new life. Jason's emotions are getting stronger minute by minute, and it has gotten to a point when he can't ignore them anymore. He felt a heartburn as he didn't know what to expect.
It was 3:39 P.M. and Jason had to go.
He looked up at the sky and sighed, his parents got outside the house and went to their garage where the car had been parked. Jason was feeling very uneasy, but he promised himself to keep calm and accept his fate, no matter what will happen. It's a new beginning, not the end, or ar least, that's what he thought.
"Let's go, Jason", said his parents.
They started going to the mental hospital. Jason felt sick in the troath and his heart was pounding as they were approaching the psychiatrist's cave. Is it the end? Is it the beginning? Jason was unsure about what to think, but he decided to keep calm. The trip was long and tedious, especially true if you are nervous, and Jason wanted to cry and scream, but for obvious reasons he couldn't. He could just stay silent and wait. He felt like nobody could save him from his fate if things weren't going to be good, so he hoped for the best to happen.
They have arrived.
They were in the waiting room, waiting for the apocalypse, or maybe a good thing, to come. Jason was trying to look as calm as possible, so that the psychiatrist would greet him nicely, or at least, that's what Jason believed. He looked around and felt like the atmosphere was pretty calming, so maybe it wouldn't be bad at all! He thought nothing bad could happen to him, and he serenely awaited for his turn to come. "Sadness, go away", he thought, embracing the supposedly right psychiatric spirit. But then...
"It's your turn, Jason", said a man in his 40's, looked calm and reassuring.
Jason immediately felt better and went to the room to talk to the psychiatrist.
"Tell me about your problems", said the psychiatrist.
"I don't think I have problems, I live a happy life", said Jason.
"I'm going to ask you some questions, but you have to answer truthfully", said the psychiatrist.
"Okay", said Jason.
"Do you have difficulty staying focused during a lesson?" - "No"
"Do you need to walk often?" - "Yes"
"Do you often feel scared about the future?" - "No"
"Do you eat every day?" - "Yes"
"Do you sleep every night?" - "Yes"
"Are you sometimes happy and sometimes sad?" - "Yes"
"Do you ever feel sad for no reason?" - "No"
"Do your emotions change multiple times during a day?" - "Yes"
"Do you hear voices that don't exist?" - "No"
"Do you have any particular interest?" - "No"
"Do you have difficulty at making new friends?" - "No"
"Are you sensitive to temperatures?" - "Yes"
"Do you see things that don't exist?" - "No"
"Do you sometimes have confused thinking?" - "No"
"Do you ever feel like thoughts are inserted into your mind by someone or something else?" - "No"
"Have you ever been so sad it stopped you from doing something?" - "Yes"
The psychiatrist remained silent, knowing which disorder Jason had.
"See, Jason, your emotions change multiple times during a day, you need to walk often and you felt that sad because you have a chemical imbalance in your brain, but don't worry, we'll be fixing it. Take this medication, one pill in the morning and one pill in the evening, and if it doesn't work, we'll higher the dose"
"But... I don't want to take medications!"
"Nobody wants, but you have to take them"
"N-no!"
"You resist to the treatment, that means you'll be taken care at a mental health facility".
Two psychiatrists took Jason, physically restrained him and took him to a mental health facility. His parents were scared but they couldn't react, because they were overwhelmed by terror. The psychiatrists allowed Jason's parents to leave.
Jason's parents felt shattered, broken, their world has fallen apart. They didn't imagine such a thing would have happened.
Cody, Jason's only friend, just knew what happened and wanted to cry. He went to Jason's house and talked to Jason's parents.
"It's horrible. My friend... my friend is suffering, it's a tragedy...", said Cody, almost sobbing.
"Don't worry Cody, we'll find a way of freeing him out", said Jason's dad.
"Once psychiatrists capture you, there's no way out", said Cody, very sad.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't imagine this would happen", said Jason's mom, bursting to tears.
"I'm sorry, Theresa. We are powerless", said Jason's dad.
Everyone in that house was deeply in a state of sorrow that probably will never be relieved.
They could only imagine what Jason was going through at the mental health facility. There was no hope, no joy, only sadness, anger and fear. Cody felt like he didn't want to live in this reality anymore, but he couldn't do anything to prevent bad things to happen. They were all being trapped to this world, being enslaved and forced to follow orders in fear of punishment. The world was governed by evil entities that held so much power it was impossible to defeat them. Even in Cuba, Anna was defeated, even though her mind was extremely strong and rational.
"What can we do?", asked Jason's dad.
"I told you, there's nothing we can do. He's going to be sedated and monitored for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, we live in a pretty bad world so we can't do anything. There's absolutely no way out of this trap", said Cody.
"Can't we call the police?", he asked.
"No way, the police agrees with the psychiatrists. We are in no way protected from their wrath. Psychiatrists can also play an important role in trials. We live in a dictatorship, let's face it!", said Cody.
"But... America is the land of the free!"
"That's not true. We are not free. A country that imposes mass surveillance, has one of the highest incarceration rates in the world, where you can't use your rights against policemen who abuse their power, and has capital punishment, well, it's very far from being the land of the free. For more freedom I would suggest Iceland or Denmark"
Jason's dad's world has broken into pieces. What he has been taught since he was a child, was wrong? America is not free?
"We are doomed, Cody, we are doomed. I didn't think I'd ever say it but, we're going to Iceland if their government is allowing that", said Jason's dad.
"We can only hope", said Cody.
In the meanwhile, Jason was inside a mental health facility. The walls and lamps were white and looked sterile. The psychiatrists locked him in a room, injected him a toxic sedative substance and left him alone.
The injection felt like a burn, and his vision was becoming more blurred as time went by. He closed his eyes and passed out.
He woke up dazed, the psychiatrists watching him.
"Dinner is ready, and you're already late. You'll need a therapy". Jason didn't know what "therapy" meant in this context.
He didn't have the force of getting up. He was still weak from the sedative.
"You know what to do", said a psychiatrist to another one.
The other psychiatrist came back and inserted a needle in Jason's arm. He was feeling pain but didn't have the force to react. After 7 minutes, Jason got up and went to eat dinner. He wasn't very hungry and the needle in his arm was annoying. He was walking slowly because he was still sedated.
After eating, the psychiatrists violently removed the needle, causing Jason to kneel.
"Get up, quickly", said a psychiatrist, disinfecting Jason's blood and then injecting him another dose of sedative.
Jason was about to sleep, when all of a sudden, he was hit with a sharp instrument.
"Don't sleep", said a psychiatrist.
Jason had trouble keeping his eyes open, but he couldn't sleep.
After an hour, he passed out, but was quickly awoken by icy water thrown over him.
Asking why they were doing this would only have made things worse. Jason suddenly went into a deep sleep, and he couldn't be awoken. He was brought into a freezer room and he slept there.
When his body was about to reach hypothermia, the psychiatrists took him out of there. He woke up shivering and coughing.
"Based on our study, we found out that this medication suits your disorder and the benefits greatly outweigh the negative effects", said a psychiatrist.
Jason couldn't refuse, he had to accept he lived in a sickening world, but how can one accept such things?
The meals were balanced but the calories were much lower than what Jason was used to, so he felt very hungry.
It was already his second day at the facility.
"It's time to take your therapy", said a psychiatrist, forcing him to swallow a pill. He had to take them every morning and every evening. It was the beginning of a nightmare, a nightmare that Jason couldn't see the end of. For him and millions of people, it was hell on Earth. Nothing can stop evil. Only in super-heroes fiction stories evil can be stopped, but not in real life, where evil always defeats the good people.
That pill erased Jason's emotions. He's like a zombie now. He felt more bad than good, anyway. There was always this sense of nausea and constant bad feelings that couldn't be relieved. He felt like he was dead. The pill's effects last for about 48 hours, but since he had to take the pill twice a day, the effect would never disappear. The days were passing like that: doing nothing in his room, feeling sick, lonely and hungry. It was the worst moment Jason ever experienced in his entire life, and he couldn't see the end of it, he didn't know when will this torment be finally over. He knew nothing about psychiatry, but he was learning at his own expense.
Not much can be said about what Jason was doing because he wasn't really doing something. He struggled internally to survive emotionally to this inhumane condition, therefore he was suffering. He felt like he didn't deserve it and asked himself if he has done anything wrong, then understood psychiatrists are crazy people that like to harm others, and not even the law can protect victims, as psychiatrists are way too powerful.
Two weeks have passed, and the psychiatrists allowed Jason to be released, but at some conditions.
"We're releasing you, but you have to take the pills every morning and every evening, also, what we did here is a secret, so you can't tell anyone. If you break these rules, I can assure, you'll never see your parents again", said a psychiatrist to Jason.
"O... o-okay", said Jason, trembling in fear.
It was Jason's last day at the mental health facility, and the psychiatrists called Jason's parents.
"Your dear son is going to be released today, come to the mental hospital today at 6 P.M.", said a psychiatrist to Jason's dad.
...
In the meanwhile, at home, Jason's parents and his friend Cody were together.
"I don't know whether to be happy or not", said Cody, "Remember, he surely has been drugged and might be drugged for the rest of his life, and you and he are all in danger. He will probably be here physically, but remember, your son will be mentally dead", he continued.
Jason's parents were really sad, and wondered what happened during these two weeks at the mental health facility. How did they treat their beloved son? But at least they will see him again.
"It doesn't matter, if we'll see Jason again we'll be happy no matter what, we won't let anything bad happen to him!", said Jason's dad.
"I won't be so sure. Psychiatrists are known to be extremely powerful and that it's virtually impossible to escape from them. They will force you to accept bad things to happen to Jason, or you'll face some consequences", said Cody.
"How do you know so much?", asked Theresa (Jason's mom).
"I have my sources", said Cody.
"We thought the psychiatry was going to help him", said Jason's dad.
"You thought wrong", said Cody.
"Well then, let's go", said Theresa.
They started going to the psychiatric hospital and they really hoped everything was going to be fine. Jason's dad though he needed to see his son again, because he really loved him. Cody also really liked Jason, but he abandoned all hopes to see him happy again. Cody knew life was bad due to "powerful" humans messing with the world and making people suffer. He wanted to see Jason again, but he also knew that what he was going to see wasn't the real Jason, but a brain-altered version of him. There was no hope, only despair and hopelessness.
As soon as they arrived at the psychiatric hospital, they were met by a psychiatrist. They went to the talking room and he started to speak.
"Your son has a mental disorder caused by a chemical imbalance inside his brain, due to this, he must take these pills every day, one in the morning and one in the evening. You are not allowed to opt out: we'll be doing surprise blood checks, and if your son isn't taking the medication, we'll be forced to take him away from you. Also you are not allowed to talk about this with anyone else, is this clear enough?", said the psychiatrist.
"It is clear", said Theresa.
Another psychiatrist brought Jason to his parents, but he didn't seem to be happy.
"Let's go", said his dad.
Jason, his parents and his friend Cody went into the car and started returning home.
"Bro!", said Cody, hugging him.
He still didn't seem to be happy.
"Oh, what happened... they took your emotions away...", said Cody, very sad.
Jason didn't talk. He kept being silent for all the journey home. Cody was in a state of sorrow. It was like he lost his best friend. It was like a mourning, because Jason was emotionally dead. He didn't talk, he didn't do anything at all. Jason went to sleep and he wasn't to be seen for the rest of the day.
"There's nothing we can do", said Cody to Jason's parents. "He'll be like that forever. Goodbye Jason, I... I had fun being your friend, and I'll never forget your smile", he continued, almost crying.
Psychiatry is ruining lives at an increasing pace, it is estimated that psychiatrists will have full control of the world in a few decades, and the entire world will fall into a full dictatorship of torture.
Jason slept all afternoon and felt nothing, not even peace. Cody was having dinner at Jason's house. They called Jason for dinner and he came to the kitchen.
"Bro!", said Cody, smiling nervously.
Jason didn't reply, he just ate dinner.
"Please talk to me", said Cody.
"I don't want to talk", said Jason, slightly annoyed.
"Okay bro", said Cody.
There was an awkward silence in the kitchen, Jason wasn't the same person as before. He was a totally different person! And Cody understood it. Cody hated psychiatry with a passion, especially after they ruined his best friend's brain.
It was late evening, and Cody waved his hands goodbye. He had no hope in seeing Jason normal again. He couldn't be a friend with Jason anymore, as Jason was heavily drugged and the chemistry of his brain has been greatly altered. Nothing can bring happiness again, and if they don't stop the powerful people, the world will fall into chaos. Forget the times where you can play and giggle, now things are getting serious. Except from a few countries, the world is turning into a hostile corrupted wasteland full of hatred and anti-love rules. We are living in a world were sex is not tolerated in teen shows but extreme violence is. We are living in a world where psychiatrists can drug people at their will and there is nothing you can do about that. We are living in a world where it's cool to insult other people but being kind is considered weak.
Cody wanted the people to wake up and realise the way they're living is not alright, but he thought that, since people are dumb, he couldn't do anything to improve societal standards. At least not alone. But together, they would have won the battle. They just need many people.
Cody went to sleep and almost felt peace, but the thoughts of losing his best friend Jason were haunting him. He couldn't sleep then he decided to stay awake and listened to some music with his headphones. He wasn't feeling better but still, it was bearable. He really wanted to help Jason but until he takes those drugs, he can't be helped... he's gone. Soon the memories of the two playing together will be very distant, forgotten by time and can't be revived anymore. Cody was far from being sleepy, he couldn't sleep knowing that his friend is not himself, not anymore.
Cody kept listening to music, and Jason's parents were sleeping.
Cody thought that psychiatry was the worst issue in the world: it cancels all energy one has. It's a torture that lasts for your whole life and not even law can do anything about that as psychiatrists are very powerful. Cody was doing some research on a private search engine, he searched for psychiatric experiences, and only a few managed to escape, with a burdensome process, and we are talking about the EU. Jason had no hope to escape from that oppressive beast called "psychiatry".
Cody finally went to sleep at about 3 A.M. as he was very tired. He fell asleep almost immediately and woke up at 6 A.M. like a zombie. He went to school but couldn't follow the lessons due to the fact that he didn't sleep that much. He then went to Jason's house and discussed with Jason's parents about Jason's future.
"He can't even study anymore", said Jason's dad, very worried about him and his future.
"I know, he has now a disability due to the drugs and he will never have a job. His life is over", said Cody, falling into sorrow.
Jason's life is definitely over.
Shanghai, China.
Monday, February 3, 2020.
Cheng is a 22 years old guy who works as a mobile phone software developer. He has a secret, though, a secret that no one should know.
It's 7 A.M. already, Cheng ate breakfast and went to work until 4 P.M.
He returned home very tired and started thinking.
Since 2018 he couldn't use VPN anymore. He couldn't access western search engines and sites anymore. He used to search many "unharmonious" things, for example, girls who farted. Cheng's secret is that he likes girls who farts and his secret desire is to smell a girl's fart. Unfortunately for him, he has never experienced such a blessing, he hasn't told anyone about his secret, but the government knows. Whenever he searched for girl's farts, the government knew he was searching for that. Since a few weeks ago, the government started assignign a score to every citizen, and Cheng's score was low, mostly because he was "lazy", but even because of his "abnormal" sexual interests. Nobody else knew about that, though, and Cheng lived a normal life, but without many privileges of higher ranked people. His monthly salary was low, and his house was small. He often went to see his parents, who were also a poor family.
He was playing videogames and was having fun, but he felt like his life was not satisfying. He had a low social score and wanted a girlfriend with whom he can share his love. The girls didn't find his personality to be attractive, because he thinks too much and maybe dangerous for the government. Also he was poor, and no girl wanted him.
"22 years of life wasted!", thought Cheng, punching the soft sofa as hard as he could. He wanted to cry but didn't. He wanted to be born in Europe, he thought he would have been happier there. He thought that fart fetish was accepted in Europe and the United States, judging by what he had seen prior to 2018, when VPN still worked. He wanted to go to Europe but travel was restricted to those with low social score. He decided to give up and accept the harsh reality: his dreams will never be fullfilled. Such a harsh country he lived in.
He thought that China was one of the worst countries ever, because the personality of people are, by his definition, "close-minded". He knew he will never experience what he wanted, and lied on the sofa half-asleep and half-hopeless. He sighed and did nothing. He wanted to write a fart story, but what if someone found out? It was too risky, he didn't want to suffer horribly harsh judgements from everyone. He didn't even want to watch TV as it was controlled by the government. He wanted to see something interesting, but couldn't find anything. Slowly, the boredom started creeping, and he didn't know what to do. He found his life to be a misery, he wanted to live in a work of fiction where everything goes well. He jokingly thought he was inside a dystopian novel or something, was his life that sad. Nobody except his parents cared about him: he had no close friends and passes his time alone or with his parents, who unfortunately were a bit strict so he couldn't tell them the truth that he liked female farts. He was frustrated because he couldn't find much about girls' farts on that limited version of what westerners call the Internet.
Cheng had dinner alone at his home, he was lonely and his house was so small he couldn't do anything. He ate beans, his favourite food, and went to sleep on the couch again. Sadly, he couldn't sleep. He was always thinking and his racing thoughts didn't stop, he still wanted a girl to fart on his face to understand what it would feel like, but he had no luck: he couldn't tell his secret to anyone, in fear of judgement, and so he has no hope. "If only I was brave enough", he thought, sighing helplessly.
He asked himself what it would feel like. He imagined how good it would smell but then he realised that he could never smell one. He was so sad he was amazed at how he could still keep working as a software developer even considering the fact he was lazy. He didn't even have the force to smile anymore. He was thirsty, so he drank some water and went back to "sleep", or better, he went back to "think". He was successful at work, but because he talked about "unhealthy" topics such as freedom, he had low social score.
He was still awake at 11 P.M.
He ate some eggs and then went back to sleep. If his parents knew about his irregular eating habits, they would get quite angry, but he was alone in his small house so he didn't care. He made a search on the Internet:"How to overcome sadness". He found suggestions like "don't complain", "follow orders", "work" or "be normal". He didn't like that. He also found his social score lowered, possibly because he used the internet late at night. He switched his device off and lied on the couch again, thinking about happy things...
...that he will never experience.
It was midnight and he was still awake, thinking. He didn't need to sleep, rather, he stayed alert and focused about what he needed other than a girl who farted on his face. He wanted a better salary, good friends, a girlfriend, having some fun, writing stories, reading inspiring things, watch a movie cuddling with a girl and many other things he didn't have. He asked himself if he should tell his hypothetical future girlfriend about his fart fetish, though. He wasn't something that had to be underestimated: he had to take a choice between being judged and being unhappy and frustrated. Both have positive sides and negative sides.
After eating all those beans and eggs, he was feeling gassy, and really had to fart. He leaned on a side and let out a very small fart.
PFT
He sniffed it, it smelled strong but still normal, and he wasn't satisfied at all. He wanted to smell noxious farts from a girl, but all he got was a normal fart from himself. He now feels angry at the world and wants to tell everyone he has a fart fetish, not caring about judgement, but then he did a reality check and understood that was not a good thing to do. He didn't know how to react to this desire, suppress it or tell someone? He eventually decided to suppress it and understand that a girl will never fart on him for his entire life.
He looked at the floor, sad, and few things could make him feel better. He knew that plenty of people in the western world have this fetish, so he wasn't that weird, but everyone would have considered him a weird, a loser...
He decided he will tell that eventually, to a girl whom he will strongly trust. Sure thing it's not something one should tell easily, one has to earn an extreme level of trust before saying that, and even then, it's very risky.
PRFT
He farted again, but this time it didn't even smell, even though it was a bit louder. He wanted to yell from frustration (because it didn't smell) but eventually calmed down and started thinking. He thought he had no farting abilities, and sure, after reading fart stories on the western sites he thought he was useless, his self-esteem was decreasing little by little, and the low social score and the fact he had no supporting friends certainly didn't help. But, he thought, realistically, how many people with extra smelly farts are there? One in ten? One in one-hundred? He wasn't sure, but then started thinking that the vast majority of people didn't have particularly smelly farts. If that is true, he thought, how can he find a girl like the one found in farting stories? He was feeling down: he thought that there should have been, like, a ranking with girls with rancid farts. Sadly, it's just a fantasy of him, it was impossible to do that in reality.
At 2 A.M. he started getting a bit sleepy, but still awake. He farted 6 times after midnight, and only 2 of them were smelly, but not smelly enough for him to imagine they came from a girl's butt. He wanted to sleep now but couldn't, because he had racing thoughts that didn't stop for a second. He really wanted his dream to be fulfilled, it was a strong desire he had since the age of 12, in 2010, 10 years ago. Sadly, after 10 years nothing changed, sure, technology has gotten better, to the point it can be used by the government to spy on citizens, but the mentality remained the same.
He was really sad, no girl could grant his wish. He had to be satisfied with normal sex (if he's lucky), which still felt good to him but it wasn't enough. The thought of sex and the thought of smelling farts gave him two completely different feelings. He didn't want to be "normal", rather, he wanted to know what smelling a girl's fart felt like, since he didn't know it at all and had no idea of what it would feel like.
He had to fart again.
PRFTRT
This one was loud, but not loud enough to be heard by his neighbours even late at night. It smelt like nothing. He thought:"how can I make my farts stink more?", and put his hand on his chin and his elbow on his leg. He was truly a thinker, unmatched by any philosopher in greek history.
He wanted to eat some beans but was too sleepy to do that as the clock showed 2:32 A.M.
He slowly closed his eyes but the thoughts didn't leave him alone. He thought he was going to dream something about farting tonight (it already happened in the past). He felt his eyes and head heavy, his breathing getting heavier but the thoughts still haunted him. He thought what if it will become normal in the future? What if a girl wants to do that and he's not brave enough to tell her? These and many other what-if scenarios plagued his mind with relentless questions and hypotheses.
It was 3 A.M. and Cheng was half-asleep but still able to move and feel what happened around him. He felt really tired and his face didn't look healthy at all.
He farted once again but didn't care anymore, he just wanted to sleep and feel some peace and relief from his terrible daily life. He was slowly drifting into a deep sleep, and his thoughts were cessating, but he was starting to dream.
"Hey Cheng!", said a cute looking girl, hugging him.
"What?", he thought, "how can it be possible? Someone loving me?"
"I have to tell you a secret", said Cheng.
"You can tell me anything you want, I won't judge nor tell anyone", said the girl, smiling.
"I like girl's farts", he said happily.
"Do you want to smell mine?", asked the girl.
"Yes", said Cheng, thinking it was a normal thing.
You know, when you dream, you think very differently. It's not real life: in a dream you are your true self and can't control yourself. Dreams are the manifestation of something subconscious, in this case Cheng subconsciously though fart fetish was something not to be afraid of.
The girl brought him to her house, they went to her bedroom and Cheng lied down happily: finally the dream of his life was going to be fulfilled. The girl lowered her pants but then Cheng heard something.
"What is this noise?", asked Cheng.
"It's a noise that tells you goodbye", said the girl, smiling.
Cheng woke up: that noise was his alarm clock. It was 6 A.M. but Cheng felt like a zombie.
What was the girl even saying? That sentence didn't make any sense. He felt so angry he didn't work properly at work, so he got a warning.
"I didn't sleep well tonight", said Cheng.
"Why?", asked a coworker.
"Sometimes it happens", said Cheng.
The coworker kept working but Cheng was doing everything slowly and sometimes he would stare blankly at the walls. It was dangerous because the boss would call a psychiatrist if he kept doing like that.
Cheng tried to work as hard as he could but eventually he closed his eyes and his heart was beating very fast.
"Are you okay?", asked a female co-worker.
"No", said Cheng.
"Why?", she asked.
"I didn't sleep peacefully tonight", said Cheng.
"Your fault. I'm going back to work", said the girl.
How can she be so mean? That's exactly what Cheng thought.
He was honest to himself, if people are so unnecessarily mean, how was he supposed to tell his secret to others? He wished people would be kinder to each other. Surely life isn't what he wanted, he thought humans had lots of potential to recreate a heaven on earth, but unfortunately society doesn't think like that. Capitalist societies want you to consume their goods and all they think about is making money, but even China was like that in Cheng's opinion. Also, people are very mean.
Cheng thought that people in Europe and North America were much kinder than in China, sure, there was some hate, but he (wrongly) thought that fart fetish was mostly accepted so he wanted to go there. He thought he had no hope in China, but that he would have some in the western world.
He didn't feel like working today, therefore he worked very slowly. People noticed but didn't care, as long as it didn't happen every day. Even his boss understood that it's something that can happen, but he told Cheng not to do that ever again or he would be fired and to sleep correctly.
Cheng wasn't feeling very well, he was nauseous and couldn't keep his eyes open for a lot of time. All he wanted was to go home and sleep, but he had to work otherwise he would have been fired from his job. He felt restless and had to walk away, struggling to stay awake. The boss called him and asked if he had a fever. Cheng took a thermometer and placed it under his own armpit. The temperature showed 38.2 degrees Celsius: definitely a fever. The boss told him to stay home and rest, and so Cheng went back home and lied on the couch, drifting into a deep seemingly dreamless sleep. When he woke up, he had a headache but didn't want to take the medicine, because he wanted to fight the farmaceutical industry. So he just slept and in the evening he was feeling just fine, apart from the emotional impact the fact that he couldn't tell anyone about his fart fetish had on him.
He just wanted to be himself, but couldn't because of the societal rules, which are extremely strict and unfortunately have to be followed unless you want to be judged harshly and mocked at. One societal rule is:"be normal", which can be translated as:"you are not allowed to have a fetish" among many other things. Cheng understood that aspect of life but didn't want to follow it: he wanted to be free, but freedom in a communist country doesn't exist, and he knew that perfectly. Hell, even in the western world wanting to smell a girl's farts is super weird! Cheng thought that it was normal in the western world, just because he saw those sites. He wanted to prove this to his "friends" but western websites are totally inaccessible in China as of February 2020 and even two years prior.
PRRRC
Cheng farted and it smelled quite a bit but still not satisfying. It was his "worst" smelling fart since yesterday, but still it wasn't as deadly, pungent or noxious as the farts of the girls of the stories he read years ago on western websites. He felt worthless: he couldn't even make decent farts, so he felt even sadder. He punched the soft couch with all his might and it made a loud noise like an explosion. He was feeling the anger burning deep inside: if girls didn't want to make him smell their farts, the logical solution is to make deadly farts himself!
He bought cabbage, beans, eggs, onions, milk and sweet peppers, cooked a real good meal, ate it and waited for it to have some effect on his stomach. While he was waiting, he really hoped he would stink up his whole house: he would have been really happy with that. He imagined a girl near him who was going to fart.
"Thank you", said Cheng, in a very low voice tone not to be overheard, imagining a whole scene.
"I'm gonna fart", said Cheng's imaginary friend, but suddenly he felt like he was desperate and stopped imagining, becoming sadder than before.
"I'm crazy", he thought, questioning his own mental sanity, "Am I really doing something this stupid?", he thought, but at the same time, he wanted to smell his own farts pretending they were a girl's. He had no other choice: when he was a kid he used to massage himself due to the fact nobody ever touched him, the problem was that self-massage didn't feel relaxing at all, and he feared smelling his own farts would have the same effect even if they stunk up the whole house. Doing something to yourself feels so different than if someone else does the same thing to you, and Cheng knew that perfectly, but still he wanted to try and smell his own farts.
He then slept at 6 P.M. and by 6 A.M. he was awake and ready for work, ready for another boring day, and every day went like that, until one day, something weird happened.
Shanghai, China.
Monday, April 6, 2020.
"Hello", said a new girl to Cheng at work.
"Hi", said Cheng.
Nobody seemed to want to do anything with her, she had even lower social score than Cheng, but she still was working as a software developer.
"How are you?", asked Cheng. He hated that question but wanted to seem polite.
"That question is annoying, I mean, I could be depressed and still reply 'I'm fine'", asking that doesn't make sense, also, you made a typo in your code", she said.
Cheng's eyes were filled with joy, finally he found a "different" girl! He thought that he could tell her about his fart fetish.
She was very critical of the government so nobody wanted to stay with her also she paid fines for writing controversial stuff on Weibo.
Cheng wasn't brave enough to tell her about his fart fetish, he didn't know how she would have reacted: what if she thought he was gross or insulted him for that? He couldn't take such a risk so he kept everything to himself, refusing to tell her the truth about his special interest.
He also thought of a way of reaching his goal. Certainly he can't tell random girls he liked that. Maybe a dating site? The problem would be that he would get a lot of bullying. An online forum about fart fetish? Cheng couldn't find any after 2018. He didn't know what to do, he made a huge mistake and then decided he would never experience such a thing and sadly accepted his fate.
He kept living his boring and sad life, and nobody cared about him, he just spent the days working and returning home alone, thinking and getting sad about his lack of fun. He felt like he was doomed but kept going on because he wanted to see in which year fart fetish will be accepted in a country he considers to be "pseudo-modern". 2030? 2040? 2050? He wanted to wait and see for himself, and if he dies of old age before it happening, nevermind, he thought, at least he will have tried his best to analyse the situation properly, and sure thing, his battle doesn't end here.
(To be continued)