7 Days with Luna. (And others)

by Ashardu

Rating: teen
Tags: Human, Slice of Life, Dark, Comedy
Length: 1374

Being a average employer in an exhausting job can be hard. Dealing with voices in your head other than yours? Even more. Uncapable of doing something to get rid of them? Now I feel sorry for you.

Sebastian is a happy, yet angry man who is studying to becoming a professional writer, hoping one day one of his books becomes a best-seller. Problem is, studying doesn't pay itself, you know?

Scrolling through different opportunities, he looks for a way to maintain his career and keep a job at bay. It might be hard, but it's all worth it in the end.

But it would help even more if he wasn't hearing voices other than his own EVERY. SINGLE. DARNED. DAY.
No, not the anxious or self-loathing ones.
REAL actual voices, messing up with his mind in every possible way. Well, at least the sane ones.

Yeah, this guy couldn't ask for a better life.

Will he be capable of suppresing this problem and move on? Or will he fall to tight-restraining suit madness?
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Art belongs to GeorginoschkaVincen. Great artist with lots of potential!

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-11-30 21:34:54 UTC

Day ?: Those voices...

7 DAYS, 7 MARES, 7 POSSIBLE WAYS TO SCREW THINGS UP

Story by Ashardu

I would like to thank all those sonsofbitches who made my life impossible. This! Is! How I Reiterate!

Well, I sure screwed up for a second chance. Just like mother said: "You weren't planned". If I was more attached to her, that would have hurt unlike anything I have ever felt before. But, fortunately, it doesn't hurt. In fact, I'm glad it doesn't hurt, you know why? Because after how she treated me, the way she gave her back almost every time I had a problem or two, even when I was a young lad, I realized early in life that no one is going to be there for you unless you start moving the pieces for yourself.

Ever wondered how does talented obtain opportunities at great jobs? They had to take away other people's dreams for their own.

But that's another thing that doesn't matter here. What really matters is the fact that things are going south in my life and there is nothing I can do to change that without getting hurt.... both physically and mentally. So, without further questioning... or whatever this is, let me explain you what is going with my life.

My name is Sebastian Bonofire, and this.... this is my story about some voices in my head caused my life to sink to the bottom like a tank attempting to swim across the Pacific Ocean.

It all started like a simple day and it was supposed to be like one. Get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, drive to work, workworkwork, coffee break, workworkwork, talk to Clara on the way out, leave, drive home, sit and watch T.V., thinking about how much of a douche is Carlos, get my ass up and sit in front of the typing machine and stare at it for two whole hours, realize another day was wasted and go to sleep, hoping an idea would pop up in my mind.

Yeah, it was supposed to work that way. Sadly, life had a different plan for me. Oh, and I'm not talking about the moving out nor the new neighbor. No, I'm talking ab-aahahahahaahhh.... ohh.....

Hm. Weird. I don't remember 'moaning like a little bitch' being part of the different plan.... Hold on! Wait just a minute, I know this fee-aaahahah!

"Greetings, Sebastian the human,"

Ugh..... Oh? ...Oh, great. Celestia. "Hello to you too, Cel,"

"How are you doing today?"

"Well, if you take in account the troubles you and your wonderful ponies have given me, I would say.... quite a lovely day,"

"Well, I'm happy to hear tha-"

"That was sarcasm, Cel,"

"Oh, believe me. I know. That's why, I wanna make it up to you!"

"Oh really? That would be great! And by great, I mean *Stay out of my life. PLEASE.*"

"Oh come on. A little help wouldn't so bad, would it?"

"No! I'm just fine, thank you very much!"

"Pretty please?"

"NO! Now, could you please start acting like an actual princess for once in your life!? Like, I don't know, stop medling with my life!?"

I know what you are thinking, why am I discussing with one of the most powerful beings on Equestria? What's more, how do I know about it, if I have never been there? Well, let me tell you this straight. WOMEN TALK. A LOT. I just accepted that fact over the years.

But not getting astray from the original point, I would like to personally explain what is going on with life in the mean moment.

As you may all know, we all have those small voices in our head that dictates us and our actions, as we continue to breathe in an over-populated planet with small chances of being something useful to our people or the planet itself; the chances becoming smaller within each year, of course. But that doesn't mean that hope is all but lost. Quite the contrary. You see, some people, sorry, most people -nowdays- tend to look for opportunities, such as a job, a family chance,  with no real background motive or purpose to do so. Then that same person happens to sadden up when he or she realizes such opportunity has been already taken. This takes us to a perfect example of a regular citizen living in the suburbs of an overrated metropolis, doing nothing more than something similar to my daily actions.

While this is true, and somewhat sad, this also means there are other people, with more incentive in their hearts than a mother buying in a grocery store on a weekend sales day. This special kind of humans, usually are the ones who we see everyday as either celebrities, sport players, musicians, or some kind of popular being for something he or she did. They are where they are because of that fire in their hearts that pushed them to their goal(s). Sacrificing huge amounts of things, such as time with family, entertainment media, or even a relationship, they worked their way to the top (or somewhere nearby) and became something useful- or at least something that the audience enjoys.

But that doesn't necessarily mean that just because we don't have that certain fire in our hearts, we are all going to be a bunch of regular, non-improving citizens in our lives. WE still have things that others don't, making our lives even better than originally thought. Just think of all the things that you already have and answer me this:

Why shouldn't I be happy, when I have all these things with me?

Yes, there is still hope. But not for me.

Me? While I said there is group of hidden voices inside our head, judging our every move, my case is different. How come? Well, the difference is you guys have voices such as anxiety, happiness, logical, artistic, good-and-bad and self-reasoning.

I'm stuck with voices other than my own. For example, I-

"He is refering to me~!"

Yes, her. Wait a moment. "Celestia, I told you to stay out of my thoughts!"

"Aw, where is the fun in that?"

"There is no fun in that! My thoughts are meant to be PRIVATE. I feel violated..."

"At least you don't have to deal with nobles speaking their minds out over small, insignificant problems. Believe me when I say, *I love my subjects more than anything*, but as powerful as I'm aware of, I'm just a normal mare, having to deal with unnecessary stress over pitiful things,"

"Don't you dare to make me feel sorry for you, because it won't work," At least most of the times, "We all have problems, and we deal with them. One way or another. If you had enough about your subjects's complainings, then ask them to stop or call it a day just for you. I'm sure they'll understand,"

"I'm afraid it doesn't work that way. Meanwhile I have problems, so does my subjects. Taking a day off means that something might happen to my kingdom while not on my watch or guidance. That, is something I'm never willing to allow,"

That's a leader for you. "Okay... then ask someon- I mean, somepony else to help you out. Shouldn't be that hard, right?"

"There is no one with the capability to rule the kingdom. I'm not saying they are useless compared to me, but their leadering skills, even for one day, might not be sufficing,"

"Then fine!" I feel like something broke... What did it broke?

"Keepcomplainingaboutyourdutieswhenthesolutionisrightinfrontofyoubutyourefusetochooseitbecauseofsomegoddamnedparanoia!"

".... I'll be taking my leave then. Good day to you, Sebastian,"

"Wha? No, WAIT! I didn't mean-" OW! whoooaoaoaoah..... She.... left? Hold on.... weird feeling? Check. Feel like a total ass? Check. Answering? .... check. Yup, she left. ".... ugh, great job, Sebastian. Great. Job...."

Yeah, screwed up.... again. Now, you are a dick without any kind of trace of sanity left in your body. Good.

So, anyways, I might taken the wrong way with this, but you'll understand why did I lose my mind after this week's occurences. Just... just take a look okay?

7 Days, 7 Mares, 7 Possible ways to screw things up.

End of Day ?