Whenever Mrs. K. was faced with difficulties in making decisions, she simply submitted her request to destiny, which manifested in the fact that she questioned several people about her intentions.
Of course, this happened in different ways. Sometimes subtle, sometimes directly, sometimes just general, then again very concrete. One day she asked her best friend, the other day a nice neighbor, then the cashier in the supermarket (if she hands me two Dollar-Notes, I will do it-) and one day it happened that way:
Ms. K. entered a large room, and didn’t even know why she was there. But she saw thatting people, seven in number, standing in front of her on a small pedestal in the empty darkness of the huge hall illuminated by a spotlight, and she knew that these people were like the Seven Sages of Greece, who would now answer her questions concerning her intentions.
“So should I do it?”, Mrs. K asked. Her voice sounded a bit squeaky because she was slightly intimidated in the somehow solemn atmosphere.
“You should definitely do it,” said the first person, a middle-aged woman with warm wrinkles. “You have so much talent, I loved what you do from the very first look.”
“Thank you,” answered Mrs. K. and waited anxiously for the next answer. (I think it’s a good start, she thought.)
“Well,” mumbled an older man in a chequered suit,”I think you definitely have what it takes. You’ll have to work hard, but that won’t stop someone like you from doing it.”
Mrs. K. smiled and rejoiced. No, she thought it wouldn’t stop me, someone like me! A young girl in tight jeans made some kind of movement that irritated Mrs. K. a bit, but then she found out because of the young woman’s grin that this was her way of expressing wellbeing and potential support.
And since the young woman did know about the irritation of Mrs. K., she said,”Hey, you’re all right, mate!”
“All right, mate”, repeated Mrs. K. showed a thumb up and had to smile a little bit.
The next three replies were also full of approval, acknowledgment and attendance, originating from soft and friendly mouths that, if at all, criticised only a hair’s breadth of what Mrs K. was about to do.
But then Mrs. K. heard the following:
“I think it’s a very bad idea.”
The last figure who spoke these words was not really recognizable as a person. It was a little bit pixelated, maybe blurry, maybe the light wasn’t very professionally focused on it. It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman, impossible to tell how old this creature was and where it had come from.
It was the last voice that spoke. At this point Mrs. K. stood still for a long time, probably to find out whether the voice would say something more to her. But she didn’t dare to ask, although she would have liked to know what exactly was “bad” about the idea. But, thought Mrs. K. on her own, I’m not stupid, I can find out myself.
And so, after some reflection, Mrs. K. came to the conclusion that these and other points in her plan had not yet been properly thought through. That it was very, very complicated on the one hand and even more complicated on the other. That it would be safer to just wait for a while and put everything into the balance, in order to check exactly whether it would be worthwhile at all.
“Thank you,” said Ms. K. to the person who could not be personalized.
“You’ve helped me a lot.”
Ms K. did not put her plan into practice.
On another day, however, a few centuries later, due to miraculous circumstances, Mrs. K. was again in the room that was supposed to enable her to make a decision. She was rather angry about this fact because she felt the presence there was a waste of time and did not want to explain her intentions. So it was no surprise to her that all the people (the same ones as last time) reacted rather cautiously to her plan, except the one person who was quite optimistic.
Mrs. K. didn’t care.
She left the room as soon as she could,
just did it.