As of Late, I began to have the ideas of adulthood fill my head. This is such a dreadful occurrence and if you have yet to have it happen, I urge you to avoid it at all costs. You see adults think of nothing than To-do’s and To-da’s. All day gibberish nonsensicalities as far as I wish to believe, for I see nothing of any sort of joy come from it. Nonetheless I am of the age which the To-do’s and To-da’s tend to procure a space for themselves, ever so uninvitedly, into my brain where I am forced to battle them to the death. Mostly these battles are won rather quickly; however, some are unfortunately insurmountable. When such Tasks appear they are placed in prison cells behind my brain where they bash tin cup along the bars providing an unending headache. It is at that point I am forced to release the unruly obligation, place it on trial and decide, once and for all, how to deal with it, while avoiding as much of the grown world as possible.
My point in bring this up is merely to say that today was the trial of the Bank. You see I find banking to be a terrible task, horrid in all ways. I don’t understand how it is that people can seem so miserable while taking my money. Granted, if it were up to me I would not have the institution of money at all and we could all live happy lives on self sufficient unicorn farms but as this is most uncommon to the untrained mind I will continue to need the services of a bank. I had been avoiding this particular prison, due to its unfamiliarity, for quite some time but as I mentioned before It had reached the point of necessity.
Thus, I sent forth the strongest Wills I had and each brought the Task in had. A strange creature this Task was for he appeared inviting, peaceful and serene, yet the closer I got to it there was something that felt aloof in the his appearance. You see, I have come through my dealings with Tasks to see that there are many types, though mostly I can place them into 3 catagories; the good, the loved and the untrustworthy. You see one Task may be a loved Task while still lacking any sort of good qualities, still one may be a good Task yet I personally don’t enjoy its company. But as I approached the banking Task he seemed to fit into the third, the untrustworthy. I have on several occasions brought him out only to return him to his cell without any reason or attempt at confrontation; however today I was faced with the adult reality of trial and execution.
Sitting in my usually seat as judge, I couldn’t help but notice the view from my seat was slightly different. No, very different. You see I always look out at the audience, but this time I noticed I was slightly off stage left of the people and turning to my right I began to see why it was so different. I was in fact in the defendants chair and the Task had taken my chair as judge. How perplexing I thought to myself, that a Task would be the judge of his own execution. So I sat waiting while task turned to me and spoke,
“Who are you child?”
“Me, oh uh, well you of all Tasks should know by now who I am! I am Rachael!” Absurd! Imagine such a task not knowing its own master. I was baffled, and it continued to droll on showing little to no reaction to my surprise. The task then forced me to perform duties and fill out forms before eventually dismissing me. For a moment I was left confused but now have reasoned that there must be some Tasks we can control and some that control us… Such a strange species Tasks are!
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