"Does God really exist? How many gods are there? Why does life have to suck so much?! Why can't I just be left alone to die? " said he as he sat comfortably in the office of his psychiatrist.
"That's a lot of questions Jerome, and I am afraid I cannot answer them all." Sam said these words to his patient knowing he was not to answer these questions. He knew that no matter what answer he gave, it would either be incorrect or insufficient. Jerome was a young man who was depressed, at least his parents said he was. He had tried to take his own life twice before he and Sam begun their meetings.
At the thought of Sam's response to his question, he decided to drop the questions because he knew Sam would avoid talking about it. He always never had the answers to any of Jerome's questions. All he did was play mind games with Jerome and this got on Jerome's nerves. Being in high school is tough, especially when you can't do much to escape this cruel life.
(All I need is some space. Time alone to get away from my life in this world.) As the thought hit him hard in the head, Jerome decided to act upon it. He quickly got up and walked out of Sam's office ignoring whatever it was Sam was telling him. As soon as he left the room he begun to run, adrenaline pushing him in one motion (forward), no turning back now. He could hear Sam shouting his name as he left the building.
He was now standing outside the building, at the entrance. He looked right and left not decided on which direction to go. Lucky for him there was a car coming from his left and he immediately begun to signal for it to stop. Surprisingly the driver stopped, it was a Jeep. One of those that looks suitable for a safari with neither a roof top nor windows.
Jerome jumped in quick and looked at the young man who sat in the driver seat. Wondering why he didn't start driving. The man was negro and he had dreads that just barely touched his shoulders. "Where to kid?" He asked and Jerome not knowing where exactly he wanted to go was a little confused now. All he knew was he wanted to get away before Sam caught up with him and stopped them from driving away. "Anywhere you're going." He responded without giving thought to his answer. "Okay!" The man responded and he begun to drive. At that exact moment Sam stepped out of the building and shouted, "Jerome! Come back here." He said a lot more but Jerome couldn't hear what he said as they drove away.
"My name's TK. What's yours?" Said he as he continued driving not seeming to mind whatever had just happened. Jerome caught his breath and replied, " Jerome." TK looked at him and smiled, "Nice to meet you Jerome."
He looked at him a little longer and gave him a nod of approval, then asked "Do you smoke?" Jerome replied almost instantly "No! But life is all about new experiences. So why not?" TK laughed and opened a box that lay on the dashboard of his car. "Do you want a cigarette or a joint?" Asked TK, "Whatever lasts longest." He replied, knowing he needed something to help him get away from the world. "I guess we are going with a joint then!"
"Where are we going?" Asked Jerome as he placed the joint between his lips. TK pulled a lighter out of his pocket and replied, "I'm just driving, seeking enlightenment." He the lit the joint for Jerome and put the lighter back in his pocket. Jerome thought for a moment, before asking. "Enlightenment on what exactly." TK kept quiet for a moment deciding whether or not he should tell Jerome why, eventually he decided it wouldn't hurt anyone if he did. "Well kid. The thing is, I must be mad. If not then I am quickly approaching madness. That's why I am seeking enlightenment, because I want to be able to use my madness in the most productive way possible." "That deep. I think I get you." Jerome said this so seriously having made sense of the nonsense TK had just told him, but really it was the weed talking though Jerome couldn't tell the difference at first. After that they sat in silence passing the joint between them. Suddenly Jerome realised TK was just talking nonsense and shouted at the top of his voice probably because he was high, "That's a whole load of bullshit!" TK looked at him and begun to laugh and they both laughed for who knows how long.
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Thoughts And Theories Of Mad Men
PrzygodoweWhat does it mean to be mad? It's a harder question than you think. I would like you to write down your answer and when you're done reading this, see if your answer changes.