nou·me·non ˈno͞oməˌnän/ noun plural noun: noumena (in Kantian philosophy) a thing as it is in itself, as distinct from a thing as it is knowable by the senses through phenomenal attributes.
Psychology had always been a special interest of his.
His parents had professed his love for discussion a sign of a future president.
His desire to understand others, the aspect of a world leader.
His love for knowledge and study, the hard-working ethic of a future multi-million making surgeon.
Frothing over the possibility of living a free and careless life once they reached the ripe-old age of 60, they trembled over their bright, outstanding star of a son.
"My son is going to be a millionaire when he grows up!" His father would boast, his broad hand firm on his narrow shoulder. A grin etched on his face, he would drag his eyes over his crowd of friends, as if daring one to counter him. Satisfied, he would take his seat and the future leader of millions would dart away back into the confines of his room.
"My son got the highest scores in his class on all of his final exams," proudly, his mother would rest her manicured hand on his neck, the touch a comfort that he did not appreciate at the time. Grimacing, he would pull away, complaining as his mother's friends would laugh, warily, disappointed in the accomplishments of their own children, or maybe they just could not help but assume that their children knew where they were headed. Was it necessary that they push them into a corner? Force onto them a life so brutal that they would cry to sleep every night?
No, they did not think it was worth it to put such pressure on their children. Although, the boy before them at the time, squirming away in annoyance from his mother's touch, did seem like such a darling.
Maybe they really should have pushed a harsher schedule on their children...
He grew up okay. He never particularly dreaded his parent's overbearingness, their insistence on his perfect scores.
He did not mind spending hours away in his room, working on homework as he listened, absentmindedly, to whatever poppy song was the rage at the time.
He did not mind and that was not a lie.
He did, however, begin to realize, as the hour came upon him, that his goal in life was miles away from what his parents had expected of him.
President, future judge of the century, the grinning maw of a boy on his way to medical school, all exploded into furious flames when he found a string of rebellion in his mind.
The greatest debater of their time became a measly observer of the common man.
What even was a psychologist?
The question began there and, of course, ended there as well.
What was an observer of the human mind?
A loser.
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