How To Survive In A Dump: The Diary of Mr. Thaddeus

What a Day for the Sun to Shine Upon My Glory!

August 3rd

Once again, I feel like my old, amazing, extraordinary self. I have decided to teach these nincompoops the skills a farm worker should appreciate. As I know I am more than capable of doing what they could not. It would not surprise me in the least if I were to complete that which would take them a month to do in only a day. How hard shall it be to cultivate a land so that this continent could eat seven times over? It is early morning, and it will be best for me to put in the work required of me as I am here.

Yes, I knew my greatness would overwhelm these lazy ragamuffins. They must even hold me in contempt as they considered my work ethic at speeds their minds may never comprehend in the least. I have no desire to apologize to these fossils, and in my fervor spoke to them of their lack of work ethic. A true leader! I could have finished their combined efforts before the sun reached its peak. What fools! Must I really think of them as relations?

To the betterment of my day, I witnessed the most stunning, beautiful piece of human essence that I ever did lay eyes upon. Well, I should not say "thee" most beautiful thing as I know upon my visage lays something that the stars wish to look upon. Needless to say the woman in question did flow as if something special. As if a silken tapestry, blown by arctic air. She reminded me of a woman I often saw amongst the town members whom neither married nor wished too and would frequently visit the blacksmith. Although I never inquired why, I knew from town members that she was quite the swordsman. Granting not many were pleased with her occupation. She was grown from a father who always seemed a difficult one of sorts. One who often odd, did not follow the traditions laid about by his forefathers.

 If it were I, she would be wed to some rich man so that my fortune may grow, and my own children would be of the elite. As I hoped from her loins would come forth a son to carry on my name. She however did not seem to take such interests. In ways that I do not understand I seemed to respect her for this decision. She was not one to follow the rules of others if they did not adhere to her own. If she were my daughter, I would not allow such foolishness, but I can admire her decisions from afar. It, I believe is good in times to not follow the rules or principles of your time or country. As not all rules shall be considered good, however, if it were the case, my own flesh and blood choose not to adhere to my own rubrics, it would not be too far for me to cut them off. 

Wisdom would say that through the dependence of those before you and on you, because of your own superiority, it is truth to allow such prosperity to fall upon thyself to the betterment of yourself and the decrease of others. If you do not agree than I must lay you upon the bricks of absurdity. You must understand it is not your fault that you or any other lacks the competence for such learning. However being under one such as I would create order in such a place in dire need of direction. Yes, I believe if all were to subject their own under me they could become what is needed in order for us to prosper and gain.

TO OBEY ME IS TO LIVE WELL

I feel quite jovial as of late and thoughts of returning to home are not as much on my mind as what to eat and where I shall work has been. It is odd this thing they call work. Even though it looks as if only commoners should be attuned to such a task. It appears that there is some joy brought about by completing tasks that others may struggle with and in. Even my own grandfather seems impressed by the speed that I have accomplished desired responsibilities he has given to the household. Much of which caused such glee within my bosom that I could not relent for a smile to be upon my appearance. I wholly accept his praise as it is in my duty to respect such an elder who has gone before me. 

If I were to gain the respect of my own father, wherever he might be it would not cause such elation within my bosom, but a sort of nauseating feeling within the pits of my belly. But I shall not carry on with such foolishness as it would not be best for my day to speak on such filth who would leave his own child when times seemed fit. As for my grandfather he has asked me to accompany him to a hunt as is customary at these times within the forest. Although I would rather not spend time frolicking amongst the trees in the hopes of finding a meal for today. I agreed to such shenanigans in the hopes that I could be entertained by some sort of deep conversation.

 I do not believe I could find such talks with those outside of my grandfather and may fall into some sort of sleep due to depraved minds within this household. As it may not seem beneficial to write as I continue with my journey today. I shall cause a deep sleep upon my journal, hidden from those who may possibly infiltrate my room and happen upon these written chronicles. If it were that! If they were to find me out. I might be committed to some awful place for those who have lost their minds. It would be difficult to explain such a situation and even if they were to believe me somehow, their feeble minds would think me to be some sort of wizard. Possibly to come upon their home and land to destroy it in some way. 

In this I could not disagree with them as this key that pulled me here seems as if it were by some sort of magic. One that I do not wish to encounter again for the time being. But yes, I shall lay this book in its hidden place and enter my grandfather's presence as is customary in such hunts so that we may begin. Once this is all over I will come home and write again. I do wonder what today shall be like as I have never gone on such a quest.