Showing posts with label letdown. Show all posts
Showing posts with label letdown. Show all posts

Thursday, May 7, 2026

Story 632: Now What?

             “Howdy.”

“What’s up?”

“What makes you think something’s up?”

“You only call me when something is.”

“Heh-heh, that I do.”

“Soooo…?”

“Oh, right: so you know that thing I’ve been working on for a while that finally was happening for real?”

“What thing?”

“The only thing of note that’s happened in my adult life.”

“Ohhhhhh, yeah, that thing.  OK, yes, what about it?”

“Well, it happened.”

“Yes, it did.”

“And like Frodo in Tolkien’s The Return of the King, I can exhaustedly say, ‘It’s done.’”

“Not as world-saving or dramatic, but sure.  So?”

“So – now what?”

“‘Now what’, what?”

“Now what, what now?”

“Huh?”

“What happens now this is all over, when I never thought it would even start to begin with?”

“Well, for one thing, I’m pretty certain the planet will keep on spinning afterward.”

“Hardy-har-har – I’m talking about me!”

“You sure are.”

“What happens to me now, after what I worked on for years and years, my crowning achievement, my magnum opus, my coup de moi, my definitive feat that I suspect was the sole reason I ever was brought into existence, is done?!”

“Keep on going as you did before, I should think.”

“But how can I?!  How can one return to bread after having tasted ambrosia?!  How can one settle for mundanity after having experienced sublimity?!  How can – ”

“I’m gonna cut you off right there: none of that is sustainable for long; you had a great accomplishment and you either will have more like that or never repeat it; and your life will go on with that as a treasured memory that’ll last as long as your brain can hold onto it before it’s wiped away by dementia or death.  It’s what you’d hoped would happen and everyone’s happy for you, so what more do you want?”

“…Permanent satisfaction.”

“Well now you’re just being greedy.”

Thursday, November 7, 2024

Story 563: Post-Halloween Letdown

            (In line outside a building)

Friend 1: <Sigh> (Side-eyes Friend 2, who is studiously ignoring the former) <Siiiiiigggghhhh>…. <SIIIIIIGGGHHHH>

Friend 2: (Finally turns to Friend 1) Is this your passive-aggressive way of getting me to ask “What’s wrong?”

Friend 1: Yes.

Friend 2: Thought so.  (Goes back to staring at traffic passing by)

Friend 1: You’re no fun – I can’t just complain without any prompting.

Friend 2: Never stopped you before.

Friend 1: True, but I’m trying to give you some semblance of conversational control.

Friend 2: How thoughtful.

Friend 1: …Well?         

Friend 2: (Slowly turns back to Friend 1 with an exasperated look) Oh no, whatever is the matter?  Please rant about it for 10 minutes with ultimately no resolution.

Friend 1: There’s no need for sarcasm.

Friend 2: Sure there is.  So, spit it out – what’s wrong?

Friend 1: Oh, I don’t know –

Friend 2: Ugh.

Friend 1: No-no, that was just my introduction; ahem: Oh, I don’t know, I guess the whole post-Halloween letdown is getting to me, that’s all.

Friend 2: (Slowly blinks) What.

Friend 1: You know how it is: you gear up all October for Halloween, trying to get in the spirit of things, decorate indoors and out, dress up, watch scary movies, go to scary farms, eat all the candy, and then November 1 hits and BAM!

Friend 2: All Saints’ Day?

Friend 1: No!

Friend 2: Día de los Muertos?

Friend 1: No – wait, I actually should start celebrating that one, it looks pretty cool.

Friend 2: It’s a cultural celebration of people’s ancestors and you’d have no point of reference or understanding of its significance to truly appreciate it.

Friend 1: Food’s pretty good though, right?

Friend 2: Whatever: November 1 hits and what?

Friend 1: Oh, right: November 1, and all the fun’s over.  The decorations are now pitiful remnants of good times, the costumes get tucked away to be forgotten for another year, the scary farms are regular old farms again, the movies and the candy are good year-round but just don’t hit the same off-season – in short: blah.

Friend 2: We got Thanksgiving coming up before you know it.

Friend 1: Nobody cares about Thanksgiving!

Friend 2: Rude.

Friend 1: You know what I mean: pre-Halloween build-up is fun excitement, and post-Halloween is dreary letdown.  I also didn’t get to do much this year, no trick-or-treaters stopped by even to toilet paper my apartment building, and I went through all the Frankenstein movies for the first time ever with more of an appreciation for 30s and 40s filmmaking than actually being scared.

Friend 2: Wait, how many Frankenstein movies were there?  I thought it was just the one.

Friend 1: (Scoffs) Amateur: (Counts on fingers) not counting remakes, there’s also Bride of, Son of, Ghost of, House of

Friend 2: OK, forget I asked.

Friend 1: I will.

Friend 2: So, if you’re all bummed out that Halloween’s over, maybe keep up the decorations for a few more weeks and dress like a zombie or a clown when you go to work or something.

Friend 1: (Stares off into the middle distance) I already tried all that.  The thrill is gone, and I got written up.

Friend 2: Well, I’m sorry to hear you’re upset with the onward passage of time, again: hold on for another 11 months and I’m certain the thrill will return once more.

Friend 1: That’s all I have to look forward to, I suppose.  (They both advance one spot in the line) Spending a lovely Saturday morning on a never-ending queue sure isn’t helping my mood.

Friend 2: I’ll say.  So much for early voting – by the time we get to the head of the line, it’ll be Election Day.