There. I did it. I hope it works.
Last night, I injected a cure into my Muse while she was sleeping. Now this cure is only temporary, so it won’t last long. It pretty much works like a system restore. All of her memories will be reverted back a couple months, which is prior to these Me & My Muses.
But like I said, this is only temporary. Hopefully, I will be able to figure out what’s wrong with my Muse. Something is wrong with her, and I am determined to figure out what that is.
She’s awakening! Please work, remedy….
Muse: Is this something new you’re working on? Another Think & Write, perhaps?
No, it’s not. And I would look at the title before asking.
Muse: Me & My Muse? What is this? Something new you just started? I’ve never remembered seeing this at all, and yet you’re on the 39th day. How can this be? I’m perplexed….
This may sound strange, but I reverted your memories back to the past. Of course you won’t remember any of the other days because of this.
Muse: But what does Me & My Muse even mean? Is there something special that I do with you?
This is how it works. I journal, and you show up while I’m talking about an item of discussion for the day. It’s like we’re doing now.
Muse: Is that all there is to it? That’s a great idea. Why haven’t you thought of it before?
I have. Day 39?
Muse: Oh, that’s right. It’s just that I can’t remember ever doing this.
Good. Anyway, I haven’t heard you say “tee hee” yet.
Muse: Tee hee? Why would I say that? That would be childish.
Good. I’m just checking to make sure the cure is working.
Muse: But why did you ask me about that? Why would I say “tee hee” ever?
Oh. You don’t know the half of it, and it’s better not knowing.
Muse: Not knowing what? Why did you revert my memories to the past? Does something bad happen?
To you, yes. Something that would totally kill the traffic for this site. And I will NOT let that happen….
Muse: Am I destructive? Aggressive? How bad am I for you to do something like this?
Does it matter if you know or not?
Muse: Yes. It matters very much to me. You keep me healthy with all the new ideas that are born in your mind. I tend to them until they’re mature enough to be eaten. You do so much for me and I return the favor. So I have every right to know what happens. So what happens? Please don’t make me come across as a nag….
Fine. This is what happens, and I’m not making it up. You become hyperactive and independent. The hyperactivity being compared to a child. You develop weird childish quirks and start acting like a spoiled brat. You throw temper tantrums that are unbearable for anyone reading this to withstand. Your desire to be a real person lessens as you become content with your own Intangible rules, as a child would be. You lose your capability in understanding abstract concepts and begin to take things literally. You become more and more rebellious and begin to hate adults and everything about being one. You become hopelessly abandoned to the falsehood that adults are boring and only children know how to have fun. You ultimately despise being an adult and use your Intangible abilities to become a child. This is your future, and I’m trying to prevent it.
Muse: No! It’s not! It can’t be! This doesn’t happen to me, does it?
I already told you the truth. Whether or not you want to accept it is your choice.
Muse: When have you ever lied to me? I know that what you are saying is truth, and that’s why I am so upset about it. It’s just that I’m not ready to believe it yet!
When you are, let me know. I’m trying to save you, because I care about your well-being.
Muse: Well, I hope that you do. I just can’t wrap my mind around it. What would persuade me to abandon all the awards that come with being an adult? Children don’t have that same kind of freedom. They can’t drive. They can’t own property. They’re pretty much helpless without an adult caring for them.
Exactly. I don’t want you to become a burden. Either for me or this website. Whatever has caused this, I’m trying to figure out. And when I do, I can provide a permanent cure.
Muse: So this is only temporary? How does it last? How long before….before these memories fade and I become a bratty kindergartener? Oh! The thought of it brings tears to my eyes….
Well, whatever it was, it was either something that happened, or something that you made happen.
Muse: Why would I make something happen to myself?
You wouldn’t. But we have no control over what we do in our dreams….By the way, you do like being an adult, right?
Muse: Why wouldn’t I?
I’m just checking to make sure that the cure is still working. This was taken from your world, so I didn’t know the effects. I still don’t know the causes of this problem, but I’m thinking about it.
Muse: Well let me be then! Let me enjoy the time I have remaining as an adult…. *sob*
While I didn’t make much progress there, I feel like I am closer to finding a solution. But the execution of this solution could take a while, should I find it….
The high today is going to be 79. The silver lining will be making more progress on The Tale of Zachary Willowbrook: The School Years (hopefully for real this time).
To all who just love to take refreshing breaks, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.
Muse: My bedroom looks like my daughter’s! If I had one… *sniff* Time to give this room a makeover, post haste!
3 thoughts on “Me & My Muse – Day 39: A Brief Respite”
I have my own account? I don’t ever remember making this. Well, I remodeled my room and I’m now going to visit with the Intangible denizens in the Realm of Imagination.
I hope that I get to do more of these with you, since this only feels like my first one….
Who left that comment there? Me? I can’t remember leaving that comment there. In fact, I can’t remember any of yesterday. I hope I wasn’t a boring adult! Oh wait….I was! But I can’t remember!
At least I’m normal now. Tee hee!
I don’t understand these first two me’s at all! One of them sounds boring and classy and the other one is like a younger me! What gives? Could this cure thing be the reason why I can’t remember anything?
Well, I’m getting closer and closer to the answer….
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