152 The useless scale 2 (1/2)

I could only sigh because this was no Delirium, no mirage, no bad dream, no delusion and no hallucination. Right in front of my eyes was a standard white scale with a big laughing mouth. I actually wanted to laugh about this comical spectacle, if only I didn't feel like crying.

”You have been chosen because you are special, you represent a rare quality, please save this world. These fools do not question anything and blindly accept everything, because they have been specially selected.

I give a fuck what is ultimately required of me, but I abhor it when I am taken for a fool. I don't know why I attach such importance to the opinions of others. But I know how much it bothers me to be seen as a toy.

A mighty voice echoed in my head, full of disgust and hatred. I felt small and worthless when I heard them, but unfortunately, I could not understand a single word because I could not speak their language.

That's exactly what I was referring to, to them I am just an object with whom you can do whatever you want. They make fun of me again and again and always lead me around by the nose. However, I am certain that these provocations can backfire and that their arrogance will be their downfall.

The history of mankind is full of such cases, where the mighty king ended up as a beggar, where a tyrant was poisoned by his maid and of weak people taking the sceptre from the mighty.

Their arrogance could cost them dearly. But enough of daydreaming and fantasy, it would be enough for me to destroy her beloved plans. A cobbler should stick to his last. Because otherwise, I would not be better than them, because I would make the same mistakes.

The talking scale, however powerful its voice may be, became background noise as I pondered on other things while the mouth moved up and down. There was nothing else to see in the dark of my eyes, but that did not change the fact, that I clearly lost interest in it the longer it continued its monologue.

Because no matter how grandiose or useful these words may be to me, it is useless if I cannot understand anything. This should be obvious, so why are they dragging out this performance? Will there be a revelation that they could speak English the entire time but wanted to fuck with me?

I was probably never destined to get the answer as the monologue got more and more out of hand. One might think that the description of a scale can be summarized in a few words, but no, apparently one has to start with the Big Bang to understand it.

The words were endless and I understood more and more that there are worse fates than death. If my life was threatened by the siren-like roar before, I was now helplessly exposed to the monotony of this monologue. Yearning for the sweet release of death I hoped to be freed of its deadly clutches but alas fate was a cruel mistress.

The sad part is that despite my exaggerations it truly was awfully boring. Any attraction that such a scale might have, has vanished into thin air. I was actually just waiting for the end so I could finally get back to work.

In the end, little has changed except that the scales now have a mouth. I had ruled out from the start that I could achieve anything with my language. While it was certainly a sight to behold at the beginning the novelty had quickly worn out.

Yet, the mouth continued to speak and speak and speak and did not seem to mind going on till the end of time. The heat death of the universe seemed closer and closer. I had relived countless reincarnations and finally grasped the concept of eternity.

After all of this, the scale still had not stopped speaking. Was this just an endless loop and I was doomed to suffer? Or was my brain not creative enough to find more comparisons to make this boring mess entertaining?

This reminded me of all of these lectures back in the day. When my soul did its best to leave my body and flee while my mortal husk kept me in place with my tormentor. Now that my soul finally has escaped to another realm, I had hoped to never experience something horrible like this ever again, but alas that was to no avail.

What made this situation worse was the fact, that this scale seemed oblivious to my current plight, as it just went on and on with the same kind of voice. No variations, no change of tempo it was all just an endless accumulation of words.

Just let me try some stuff, I do not need a tutorial on this matter, especially when I can not even follow it. I thought deeply about other ways to waste some time, but it was hard not to just start cursing and telling the scale to hurry up.

I had a hunch, that losing too much of my rationality would not do me any good. Venting my frustrations is certainly something I needed, but I should not stop paying attention to the scale itself.

I might never know when a seemingly minor detail could save my ass. Although my brain was starting to be lulled by the onslaught of words, I paid some attention to the scale itself from time to time.

Although my discoveries were not worth the headache I got from the scale itself. Because after kept staring at it, I just began to realize the extent of its averageness. It was just a white scale and nothing more.

I thought that I might uncover some secrets, after all, which normal scale would have a mouth? But no, the scale was just a normal scale, with no visible difference. At first, I thought that this was a cover, a disguise to hide behind, but no, it was only a useless white ordinary scale.

Rather I found it remarkable how common something like this could be. if I did not know any better I might think that having a mouth was also a trait which a scale should have. It truly was fascinating how bland its appearance was.

I found myself marvelling at this masterpiece of mediocracy and my mouth was left agape after I witnessed this ingenious design of inconspicuousness. I wanted to describe in great detail, the absolute simplicity of this scale. But it was a white scale and that was it.

I truly wonder if this was done on purpose, or if they just copy-pasted one of my memories? Wait a minute, have I been insulting myself just now? Would not be a first, but I am clearly better than whoever came up with this atrocity.

Why would anyone settle on something so featureless? It is about a concept of balance, something which represents life in general, so why would anyone in the right mind say, let us make this as discreet as possible?

I know that taste is highly subjective, but I would never be able to trust anyone who thought of this as a good idea. Because this was not about good decision making anymore, this was a crime not only against good taste but also against every scale to have ever existed.

Any scale would be mortified and deeply ashamed having to call this abhorrent creation their brethren. They would have to live their life to repent for this monstrosity, wishing that scales would never have existed.