Psychology Anthology:Optus Jargon

Ambivalent Traveler I

He walked across the large but barren landscape. He really did wonder if he would ever find anyone.

Or was he the last of his species?

No bad thoughts like that. He had a will to continue.

He grasped upon the first foothold on the mountain he walked to from like a mile away. He didn't know if there was a point to it, but the mountain really attracted him and he wanted to see what would be in the distance. So ever so cautiously he would scale up the mountain, checking every single area of danger as so he would not fall.

However, he was at the very end.. And yet, the unthinkable happened. A boulder came down from the top of the mountain, and he had no choice but to hastily jump to the next area, but he didn't get a good grip. He barely stayed on but the next area he was going to, along with the last few footholds, were gone. He was vexed. He tried to grip to the top, but as he jumped, where we was standing broke.

He was going to die.

Yet- A hand reached out for him at the last moment. It was light to the touch, yet it was strong and reassuring. Followed by the arm was a beautiful woman who pulled as hard as she could. She told him he could make it. And so they both were at the top.

"Thank you-" he began to say, but the woman placed her hand on his. She gave him a silencing motion and they just both sat down and watched the sunset in peace.

Before he knew it, she fell asleep upon him. He had this undying blush on his face, as she was just so radiant of cuteness and beauty, yet he kept his calm.

I'm not good enough.

And so he prepared some food from what he had in his backpack. He ate a little but also fell asleep.

As he woke up, he woke up to her smiling face staring right at him.
Not even at him. Into him. It felt like she knew every single one of his secrets.

She gave him his pot, which she completely devoured all the food from.
She gave him an endearing hug that felt like it lasted an hour; maybe it did; and to both of them they were the only ones they had ever met.

I begun to speak again. "Hey, so where did you come from?" But then she stopped me again.

She shook her head. She made some crossing motions over her ears.

Of course, I thought. She's deaf.

She just made a motion for me to follow her, so I did. It led to a small cave, with a table and a book. She opened the book and it had some sort of runic language, but I couldn't read it, sadly. But she had some drawings there, and they were pretty.

She got out a stone for me to sit on, and started drawing me. She did it with such eloquent grace I couldn't help but fall in love.

She showed me the portrait, which was very accurate, and very cool, with a few hearts scattered around the drawing.

She grabbed my hand and ran down the less challenging side of the mountain; which I hadn't known of until now; and the breeze went against us. We made it to the bottom of the mountain, fell over, and laughed.

She ran her fingers through my hair; cafuné.

I got a makeshift blanket I made the other day from my bag, and we kind of just dozed off again. It was so peaceful.

If this was my life, I would have no regrets. I would be in bliss.

I prayed that things would work out.