Thread: The Gnostic's Tale

I just wrote this in half an hour cause I was a little bored (Arent' we all). You literatury buffs have some fun with the injoke title, hope everyone enjoys this small vignette and the reveal at the end...

--Si

The Gnostic's Tale

Its 9:00 am and I’m late for work…

What a surprise! This is so unlike me because I’ve never been late before have I? Yeah, I’m gonna stop now before the sarcasm detector in my car explodes…

I’m always late. I mean, not just for work, but for everything. I’ve been fated to be like this my whole life; I was born 6 days overdue! I was late for my wedding, I was late for my son’s birth, I was too late to meet Sophia in the park to save my marriage. I was late even for my divorce proceedings.

I can’t help it though.

Look at me, I’m 30 years old and I still am exactly the same as I was when I was a teenager, just a fair bit taller and looking a little older. I live in my bottom floor apartment and I get my rent slightly cut back cause I help my landlady with her garbage.

So I’m sitting at my desk in work now, and I’m looking on my computer for things. I’m supposed to be software designing, which is what I’m here to do. Funny thing is, that if they knew how good I am at breaking down every bit of software that they produce as being protected they’d go schitz. Actually, I leave little backdoors for myself on my programs, encrypted so only I know how to open them…

But that’s just bullshit, that’s not how I imagined my life to be.

I always wanted to do something as a kid, something special, I’m not sure why. When I was a kid I used to be good at sports, not always, but sometimes when I was really concentrating I used to be able to run faster than even the kids 5 years older than me, was able to jump high in basketball, it was strange… sometimes it felt like I wasn’t ever going to come down and when I realised it was when I hit the earth again.

But I don’t know, there has to be something more to this place you know? I’ve been troubled by dreams lately, dreams in which I keep waking up in my bed and realise that I’ve been dreaming, but then I wake up again! Few times I’ve realised that I was dreaming and I was able to change things in the dream. Once I managed to actually fly! I’ve always been scared of heights, ever since a kid, I’m still to chicken-shit to get on a plane! But there I was, soaring above the clouds and it felt… right somehow?

I’ve always wanted to fly…

I’ve been sitting at my computer at home for the last few hours, not really sure what I’m doing. I’ve been looking for something, some reason why I dream like that and why I keep getting these strange feelings like something is going on that I don’t know about. I keep looking for something, searching for whatever it is I need to find…

That’s pretty much the story of my life… what a drag eh?

By the way, forgot to mention my name…

It’s Thomas A. Anderson.

I liked it. Don't really have much to say beyond that, but thumbs up.