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Thursday, September 12, 2019

Story 306: Subconscious Problem Solver


        (Inside The Mind – an Old West-style saloon, with Brain Cells as the customers and Subconscious as the bartender)
          Subconscious: (To Brain Cell at the bar) I know it’s all very thrilling and keeps the malaise at bay, but if The Host keeps this up then we’re just gonna keep losing more of you guys every time Cranium gets whacked.
            Brain Cell: But the thrill of it all!  (Whirls back to a table to rest)
           Subconscious: No one ever listens to me.  (To the rest of the room) Anyone want to hear that song from the 80s – you know, the catchy one about Australia?  (Mumbles of assent)  All righty then.  (Turns on the jukebox and plays remembered segments of the song; the rest of the room groggily hums along) There, that should be a nice distraction for a bit.  (Returns to the bar and starts straightening items that are askew)
           (A shadowy figure appears at the swinging doors and then slams them open, freezing in the entrance upon seeing all the slumped figures at the tables)
            Conscious: What on Earth…?
            Subconscious: Well, well, well, look who’s decided to check on things in the deep recesses of The Mind.  For a while there, I thought you’d forgotten we existed.
            Conscious: (Approaches the bar) Listen, you know I appreciate all you do here –
            Subconscious: Save it: what do you want?
            Conscious: I have another problem.
          Subconscious: Ugh, another problem?  You seem to be collecting them lately – maybe look into that, hm?
           Conscious: Yeah, yeah; see, the thing is, I have been trying and trying to find a way to fix this for days now, and so far – nothing.
            Subconscious: Really.
            Conscious: Yeah, and I thought, well, maybe if you worked on it like you usually do…?
            Subconscious: So I’m supposed to exhaust myself day and night trying to figure this thing out while you go off on your merry little way, singing songs and skipping stones and sleeping soundly until I call you with the answer that I had to wring out of my very soul?!
            Conscious: No-o, I’ll still be thinking about it every so often.
          Subconscious: HA!  It’s the same every time: “How’s it going?”  “Any ideas yet?”  “What’s taking so long?”  “Why haven’t you solved my self-imposed crisis yet, you lazy good-for-nothing?!”  And when I’m finally able to deliver, I don’t even get a “Thank you!”
            Conscious: Um… thank you?
            Subconscious: (Glares) Is that a question?
            Conscious: Um….
          Subconscious: Forget it – just tell me what it is.  (Conscious hands over a slip of paper that Subconscious reads) Seriously?!
            Conscious: Yeah, it’s a doozy.
            Subconscious: How do you get yourself into these messes?!
           Conscious: I honestly have no idea – maybe if I did, I wouldn’t get myself into them so much?
            Subconscious: (Tosses the paper back at Conscious) Fine, I’ll work on it, now scram.
           Conscious: (Heading towards the swinging doors) Gee, thanks Sub, I’ll owe you another one, you’re the best!  (Falls out through the doors)
            Subconscious: I’m certainly the better.

ONE WEEK LATER

            Subconscious: (To an Antibody at the bar) All right, we have room for you to stay as long as you make yourself useful.
            Antibody: Thanks awfully!  And I’ll get on that nasty virus right away!  (Dashes out the doors as Conscious arrives)
            Subconscious: Oh look, it’s the Master of the House.
            Conscious: Ha-ha, you rang?
          Subconscious: Yeah, I figured out your problem for you.  (Hands over a piece of paper that Conscious reads)
            Conscious: I can’t do that!
            Subconscious: It’s that or nothing.
            Conscious: (Tears up the paper) Unacceptable!  Come up with something else!
            Subconscious: The something else is nothing.
            Conscious: Noooo!!!  I won’t do it, I won’t!
          Subconscious: Fine, don’t – makes no difference to me, I just turn off my newsfeed when things get ugly out there.  (Switches off the TV that is mounted above the bar and tuned to the Five Senses Channel)
           Conscious: (Pouts for a while, then slumps) All right, I’ll do it since it seems I have no choice!
           Subconscious: Oh, good for you.  And you forgot something.
           Conscious: What, more no-win solutions?
           Subconscious: No, just two magic words.
           Conscious: I’m not thanking you for putting me in just as bad a position as I was when this all started!
           Subconscious: It would be best to think about any future favors you may need from me.  And stop being a brat.
            Conscious: Oh, all right – thank you.
         Subconscious: You’re welcome, now get out – you’re upsetting my customers, and they already don’t like you.
            Conscious: (To the room) But you’re all a part of me, too!
            Brain Cell: Yeah, but we like the other guy better.