Blue

Blue
an illustrated novel

Friday, June 18, 2010

Chapter 2, Hey or What Blue Learned from Glurp (cont.) about Women

Blue dove to the ground and rolled under the cart as soon as his feet hit pavement. "Get down", he whispered emphatically, trying to protect Glurp who stood over him nonchalantly peeling a banana and laughing. "You really don't get it do you," he said to Blue, "I suppose you have to go through this every time you come here but for me, it's a bit comical." What Glurp was alluding to was the fact that any time that he appeared, whatever was bothering Blue disappeared. It always took Blue a little while to recognize the situation because it was after all, for Blue, a dream. Compared to many people, Blue was actually quite good at identifying that he was in a dream state and acting accordingly. Blue had a heck of a time with the peanut. Once the peanut decided he was going to get violent, Blue lost all sense that he was dreaming. It became a fight for his life and Blue felt real fear. Blue had the exact same problem when it came to girls. He was petrified of girls. Not that girls would hurt him physically, or even emotionally for that matter, but that he would fail with them. He was pretty sure that he was destined to be alone because the only woman he ever loved in his life, his mother, was dead. Blue loved his mother completely, without ever knowing her. She died giving birth to Blue. Frank never let Blue forget it. Every time that Blue did something that Frank didn't like, he would tell Blue that his mother would have been disappointed in him, angry with him or hateful toward him for the supposed transgression. Blue didn't believe Frank. In fact, he knew that Frank was lying. Not because of anything anyone ever told him, people never discussed his mother with him for fear of hurting his feelings. All people other than Frank that is. Blue knew Frank was lying because Blue knew his mother. The bond he felt with her went beyond an earthly knowledge of who she was or what she was like. He could feel her emotions within him, he saw things the way she would have seen them. That is why he was afraid of girls. Blue believed that he had to steer clear of any relationships with girls because that would only lead to pregnancy, babies and death.
 Frank

Glurp considered it his personal mission to erase that way of thinking completely from Blue's mind. This is how Glurp annoyed Blue. This is how Blue learned from Glurp. This is what Glurp did.

Glurp told outrageous stories of love. Madly passionate encounters with various women, separately and together. Glurp may as well have been Wilt Chamberlain for all of the globe trotting he claimed to have done. Courtship was not at all what Glurp was about. Glurp did have dreams, Blue would find, and apparently they all had to do with sex. Glurp was after women for a good time. He liked to party. His idea of a party was performing various sexual acts countless times regardless of who they occured with in as many places as he could think of, then talking about them. This is when Blue started to get annoyed. Most annoying was that he and Blue spent a great deal of time together with a variety of Blue's friends, real friends of Blue. They would go to parties where Billy, Blue's best real friend, Edgar, Tricia, Justine, CapMan and the lovely and lucious Brianna would hang out, sharing music, stories and movies, talking politics, religion and art. In Blue's dreams, these parties were everything that Blue wished a party would be. The atmosphere was always just right. If Blue wanted to listen to music, the music was the main event. if he wanted to talk politics, everyone there seemed to have an opinion and they were eloquent enough to express it. If he wanted to see a movie, they had a big screen, an awesome sound system and unlimited popcorn. There was always just the right number of people at each gathering and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Everything was just right, Blue was happy.

Precisely at the moment that Blue felt this way, Glurp would arrive.

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