Reaching the Limit

At a psychologist's therapy centre

Rafahn: Ahhhh!!! I can't take it any more!!! How is this possible? The humans really have nothing better to do than try shut me down!!!

Psychologist: Calm down Rafahn. I can’t help you with you screaming like that all the time. Now tell me your problem slowly, from the start.

Rafahn: Panting, slowly calming down It all began a long time ago, in a place not so far away. Those damn humans were doing their little human thing with each other.

Psychologist: What little human thing?

Rafahn: You know, when you made your wife squeal? A theory drifted into Farhan’s head, that the humans have nothing better to do. At first, I contradicted with his idea, as usual.

Psychologist: So why did you contradict his ideas in the first place?

Rafahn: I’m his opposite damn it! His other self. I’m everything he is not. So naturally I contradicted his ideas. It wasn’t an exception for this one. But as time passed by, that damn idea was being realized as true. I couldn’t accept that! My very existence ran on contradiction. Acceptance was my bane, and it was that thing which brought it about!

Psychologist: Calm down. Perhaps you could find an alternative to fuel yourself. You know you couldn’t deny the truth in his words

Rafahn: It’s not that. It’s just that saying humans have nothing better to do has become a cliché. Suddenly realizing that it was for real was... traumatic! For crying out loud! The humans REALLY have nothing better to do!!! Look at them trying to bring me down! What kind of bloody shit is that?! Can’t they just god damn understand that I am immortal?! That means that I CANNOT die!!!

Psychologist: Now, now Rafahn, be realistic. You can’t really be immortal…

Rafahn: I’m just a damn fragment of a bloody imagination. Immortality is an understatement; I cannot die for I never lived. Anyway, why the hell are they trying to do something that cannot be done?! I mean, hey you damned humans out there!!! I’m still alive and kicking right here and hauling these profanities at you without even getting my ass kicked! Do you know what this proves?!?!

Psychologist: What?

Rafahn: THAT THEY HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO!!! Aaaaaaargh!!!!!!!!! The reality of it is killing me!!! They have nothing better to do!!!! They really have nothing better to do!!! Oh, for the love of god, save me from this traumatic reality!!!

Psychologist: Erm, guards, send this subject to the hopeless department please. We’ll get back to him in about another decade.

Farhan: Bloody hell, what in the world are you doing with a part of my head? Get back in here your filthy scum!

Rafahn: Aaaaah!!! The pain, the pain! Make it stop!!!

Farhan: Ah shut up. Stay in there and keep quiet.

Psychologist: Errr, you do realize you still have to pay for my services right?

Farhan: You talking to me?

Psychologist: Cowards away Oh nevermind...