Tales of a main character

Once there was a wise man and he was the wisest in everything. But he was not happy. So he did what every wise-ass cracking guy does eventually. He wrote a story and it was the shittiest of them all and this is that story

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Life sucks. It's a another year, another school year. even though it's another year. Nothing has changed that much. Everything around us, just has a fresh coat of paint.

After the year-end festivities, everything goes back to normal and so, the melancholy of life repeats itself. Same all shit with nice wrapping.

If life was a real person, He/she would totally be a shitty gift-giver. Imagine that person giving you a gift and if fate were to give me a present. It would certainly be regret of not being perfect.

Why am I even thinking about this ? I thought, It would be funny but now, It's making me depressed.

My first day at school was like every other. Met some old class mate and some new one, too. Well all of them are stereotypes and idiot but okay, I guess. Not, that It will surprise me. It's always the same thing ever year. Like a World war two video game.

[My name is Kuruzawa, Takeo or Takeo Kuruzawa. I am a second year middle schooler. In a few months, I will be 14 years old. Ah, another four year of school years left. I am a student at the Keijou Institute. It's a mostly fine school. It's close to my home. That's a comfort for me.]

[I have a fear of everything, you see and a little paranoid to boot. I don't go to any places with crowds. The outside world looks like a animal trapping to me. But in all context, They have a name for people who want to live in fiction and not in the reality. it's weirdo or the name I prefer, dreamer of the day like Lawrence of Arabia put it. But that might not be, what he wanted to relay. But his long dead and his book was published in the 1920s]

[I'm a otaku and your supposed to know what a otaku is. Most otaku's have a professional life and can diffrenciate reality from fiction. But some cannot. I can and am a proud anime, manga and video game otaku. But I can't say that aloud. Because a otaku is considered a outcast in Japanese society. Society, a tyranny that is in the open since we stopped giving it a thought.]

[But nobody bat's a eye. Hypocrisy in plain sight. But who am I to fix what cannot be fixed.]

I am as everyone else. Wearing a mask to survive. To deceive everyone about who I really am. Interacting with people to make them that I am a normal person. To make them think I am a part of a system. Which I despise everyone is wearing a mask. Those who can't see through someone's mask. Is just a prey in a predator's wait. But Those Who can grasp their true self are some hard-core mother f***ers.

That right there ladies and gentlemen is fine some self censorship. Why am I censoring myself again. I don't know. I ask too many questions and there are not enough answers.

I question everything. so, I have lost sense of everything. everything looks dull to me. But that's the point of everything. That's practically bullshit. But I'm trying to be smart for this chapter damn it like Voltaire on anti depressants.

After a while, I came back home from school but I will describe it in future if my daily life continues. (walking into his bedroom on the 2nd floor).

I should go to sleep. It's already 1 am at night. I got school in the morning. I hear our class will get some new transfer student tomorrow.

[Typical setting, right?]

(Goes to sleep).

(Next morning)....

(Wakes up). perfect timing as always. I always get up early. Everyday I wake up at the same time.

Is that a coincidence ? I think I have a sleeping disorder. Maybe that's why I can't sleep much. What ever the case, It's very beneficial for me. Or maybe I have superpowers.

(Starts looking at his right hand while scratching his head with his left hand out of bafflement).

Nah, it's probably the first thing I mentioned.

(Washing his face). "Handsome as always. Why haven't I gotten a love confession from a girl yet."(sad face)."Actually, It's good that I haven't gotten one. Because I would reject her immediately. Yeah, I'm a hypocrite. Aren't I ? (Sighs)"

(Brushing his teeth).Why do I have to think about depressing things in the morning ? (Spouting swear words. For example- what you can imagine.)

I get downstairs as you see my home is a cliched two storied house and I am immediately greeted to my parents.

My mother near the kitchen stove and my father sitting down on the table.

My mother was a stereotypical housewife and mother. But she had young complexion. Set her out from the other moms. She was beautiful. Don't get me wrong. But she kind of looks likes a character from a anime hentai. I wonder if that's intentional.

My father was also stereotypical. But he had some personal traits. That set him apart from others. He looks like a angry guy. Well, he technically looks like 30 something. But his personality is actually soft inside if you try to get to know him. He was also good looking as my mother. He also reminds me of a Shojo anime character. You know, those fathers who look like 17 something.

After I ate my breakfast. I put on my school uniform and combed my hair to look nice. You know, the usual. Nothing too extravagant like some fictional characters with pointy hair.

I got out of my home and started walking for the school. I could get their in 7 minutes. But the problem is you see, there's about a hour and half till school begins.

I will just go to school and sit at my bench and wait for class to start. Yep, With that kind of mentality of coming to school hours before all the students and teachers has kind of made me famous and I have never come to school late.That's a fact (showing proudness of his achievement).

(As they say, the kind of idiots that read out a couple lines of jumbled text and still get a point out are probably the greatest idiots who ever lived.)