12 October, 2014

Bedlam story

A few hundred years ago there was a little girl who lived in a small house near an enchanted forest. The forest had been enchanted by a lumberjack who liked to take advantage of innocent, virgin forests. You'd think they'd know better than trusting men who hang around in the woods, but...
Anyway, some lumberjacks do that, while others grow claws and move to Canada to become superheroes. In most cases the claws are an unaesthetic consequence of lack of proper nail hygiene. However, those involved in forest enchanting pay adequate attention to their appearance; good looks are of paramount importance for success in luring endeavors.
This is also valid for day-to-day interactions. For instance, when you go to a job interview attention to detail matters. Although if going to a job interview is part of your day-to-day activities probably you're not very good at getting a job. Unless you work in HR (in which case you're probably not very good at... never mind, that's for another story).
For some reason, superheroes tend to over-complicate their lives and manage to get involved in other conflicts. If I were a super-hero I would briefly take advantage of my super-power(s) to secure a comfortable retirement and then I would enjoy a... well, a comfortable retirement.
But this is not about me. This is about a little girl who lived in a small house near an enchanted forest. Are you sure you're paying attention? Hmmm, OK. One day, the little girl was playing in the woods when she met a strange-looking man with rather long nails, just like her mom's. At first she was worried he would be one of those men who go in the woods just like in the story you've been reading so far. But then she noticed the man's nails were rather trim and nicely covered in red polish, also just like her mom's. If anything, this was a man paying excessive attention to his appearance. This calmed her down a bit (you see, attention to detail pays off), as her dad had told her this kind of men are rather safe and overall excellent friends for women. She calmed down even more when this man killed the wolf that had eaten her grandma just before she was about to deliver her a basket of sundry goods. By the end of all this bedlam she had utter confidence in this man. And so did her grandma, even though old people aren't usually very tolerant towards men with long, polished nails.
They all lived happily for a while, but in the long run it didn't matter as the little girl is now dead. Because all this happened a few hundred years ago. This was the first thing you've been told at the beginning of this story.
Sherlock Holmes was very attentive to detail and he would have figured this story without so many explanations. He would have also realized the man with long nails had been using red polish to cover the blood stains. On the other hand, he was taking copious amounts of drugs to overcome boredom. Which is probably a great idea for those slower days during comfortable retirement.

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