No pain is awesome....yeah bullshit

A couple of years back I struck up a conversation with an eight year old at a dinner party. We talked about superheroes and stuff. He told he wanted to be a superhero too so I asked him what would your power be. What he told me took me back to what I had seen on TV many a years ago.

There was a child aged around 2 or 3 or something I don’t quite remember. She was born with a deadly disorder. She could not feel pain no pain at all. This may sound cool but it definitely isn’t.
The disorder was caused due to mutations in the voltage-gated sodium channel SCN9A (just wikipediaed it). As her story carried on they showed some real sad stuff like how she used to hurt herself. She never felt pain so whatever she did to her body she never felt it and she was kid after all she dint know any better. One thing which really hurt me was when she pulled out one of her eyeball. Her parents were watching TV when suddenly they turn around to see their daughter plucking out her eyeballs. She dint know how this would affect her there was no pain to stop her from doing it. There were similar other incidents they showed like how she used to touch the iron while still hot.

The eight year old kid told me his superpower would be to feel no pain. Obviously he doesn’t know how much of a serious matter it was than it actually sounds. He could fight bad people, take bullets without being hurt, jump into fires to save people. That’s the side he sees in this superpower. He fails to understand that there is much more to it that he would actually be hurt, his health would be deteriorating without him knowing it. And then one day drop dead with no caution ever.

Her parents had to watch her 24/7 for fear she would do something horrible. She may never suffer she may lead a painless life but is that kind of life long. Will she live for long? There is no pain to tell her what’s wrong with her no pain to tell her that she needs to pay a visit to the doctor. Obviously her parents would take her to the doctor more often than the other parents.

What if our lives had no pain, no bad things, and no obstacles? What if we lived in a world with no rules or regulations? Would we even last for a short while?
We definitely need pain we need rules, obstacles to stop us at the right time to help us understand that yeah I’m not supposed to be going there or doing that (of course overcoming obstacles is a totally different thing).

It is because of all those unpleasant barricades that our life isn’t a total shithole.

Parallel Universe

I woke up in dimly lit room with closed windows. I had no idea how I got here or where I was.
I walked towards a table at the corner of the room and there was a note which read
“Welcome Hudson Matt. You are now in a parallel universe. You have been sent here for a purpose which you will have to find out. Please check the drawers for documents for further details and a gun licenced to Kevin Fray which is your new identity.”

I pulled open the drawer and hurriedly went through the files. A driver’s licence, residence details, insurance policy were all in there. I saw a gun and a bunch of keys which included a car key according to the file.
I stepped outside a bright sunny day and looked back at the building. There was something different about it I couldn’t figure out what. I started for my new home with the help of navigation. I looked myself at the rear view mirror and got the shock of my life. I had undergone a major plastic surgery. There was not a single resemblance of my old face.  The streets were clean and with very few people.  There is really nothing different here for a parallel universe.

The building was tall with around 20 storeys I guessed.
“Hello sir how I may help you?” the receptionist asked with monotonous tune. She had curly hair and had an oval face. She wore thick framed glasses which made her face look even more wide.
“Kevin Fray, moving in…” I cut short hearing my voice. It was different, more deep and low. They even messed with my voice box. I will find out. “oh yes Mr Fray right this way.” She guided me to an elevator. “Hope you like your new place Mr Fray”
12B. I pushed open the door and stepped in. The place was luxurious. Everything was made, the living room, the bedroom, the open kitchen and the attached bathroom. The living room opened to a balcony which overlooked the city. The air felt warm.
I lay on my bed thinking. If this is a parallel universe, why is everything the same? There was nothing different, people the same, the atmosphere. Why am I here? Will I ever return if this is a parallel universe?

The night was cool with a light breeze. I drove around searching for information that would lead me to believe that this was a parallel universe. I decided to look into history, music and other stuff. There was no possible way that it would be the same. I stopped outside a cd store and stared at the posters. Oh my God. Yes those posters had names I never heard before. I walked in and went through several discs. They were all different but some had a similarity in their names. I moved over to the movies section. The movies too were of I never heard before but the plot of a few movies were similar to those in my home universe. I started to build a theory in my mind. I found the books section and hurriedly went through a few books which I thought I was familiar with. I was right. Most of the books had the similar story of books in my universe.

I sat down on my couch reading the guide book I picked up. My place is called Talexia. The president was a guy called Frank Telly. There were only 31 other countries. This universe was pretty much the same as compared to my universe. I knew I was not the only one sent to this universe from mine and each had a purpose a purpose to make this universe a universe like ours, a home like ours. But what was my purpose? I decided to look for people who shared the same fate.

The alarm went off and I woke up with a jolt. I lay on my bed thinking about the dream. If something like that really happened. I thought. So with that thought I masturbated and left for work.