Often, No Lesson is Good Enough

After a couple chats, I started approaching Sebastian more frequently, hoping to learn from his words of wisdom. I’d follow him around the apartment and observe his ways. I’d stare him down in the hopes he might observe my ways and offer some constructive criticism.

But on this particular day, Sebastian remained all but silent, the only noise coming from his tongue as he gave himself a thorough bath.

“I see…” I muttered, half to myself and half to my cat. “In order to function properly, I need to maintain good hygiene… Metaphorically. I need to take care of myself if I am to take care of others, the way you take care of me with your sage words of wisdom.”

Sebastian’s cold stare said a lot before he opened his mouth.

“No,” Sebastian said. “I just like baths. You know,” he said looking at me, “often, no lesson is good enough. You need to look within and think your own thoughts. You need to write your own words.”

I continued looking at him, hoping he’d continue.

“And I’ll think my thoughts and write my words. I’ve gotten very good at using voice to text apps on your cellphone. Do you understand?”

I didn’t, but I wanted to avoid ruining what I assumed was a nice moment.

“Of course,” I said, turning away, oblivious to the true meaning of the world, lost without a lesson with which to orient my life.