IntroductionThree people sat in a room. A writer, painter, and a budget planner. All was silent except for the writer’s aggravated pen-clicking. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
“Am… am I in the right place?” asked the intimidated athlete as she slowly entered the room. She analyzed the other three people. The writer had her curly hair pulled back in a messy Dutch braid. Her glasses were smudged and foggy. However, the intense expression on her face was still visible. The painter wore stained overalls with a stained T-shirt underneath. His hair was kept up in a sloppy bun that was about to fall out at any second. Lastly, the budget planner looked exactly how one would imagine him to look. Serious, sharp, and sleep-deprived.
The athlete sat down in the nearest chair without receiving an answer. She was sat beside the painter. “So, um, why are you here?”
“Why? Why? Why, I don’t know! This is supposed to be a judgment for failure, right? Well, I am hardly guilty of any major failures! I-I don’t know how where I went wrong. Sixteen years I spent slaving away as a poor artist– painting mural after mural. I didn’t even get to choose what I painted! But they were the only jobs I could get. Did I deserve that?”
“What do you mean ‘did you deserve that?’” the now angry budget planner snarled. “At least you were the only one affected! My entire company had to file for bankruptcy because of one, I repeat, one cigarette! Did I deserve that?”
The athlete fell silent as she had no idea how to respond. After a few awkward seconds, the writer broke the silence.
“A lot of bad things happen to a lot of good people,” she sighed. “That doesn’t mean we have to fight over who’s life sucks more.”
“Oh?” responded the painter. “I call bullshit! You work in the arts and yet you have a successful job,” he grumbled.
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have problems….” No one spoke. The writer went back to clicking her pen, the painter went back to muttering to himself, the budget planner lit a cigarette, and the athlete was left to twiddle her thumbs awkwardly.