🕰️ A Philosophical Dialogue in the Thirteenth Hour
(Where reason meets ridicule)
🎭 Characters
- 🤝 Monsieur Consentement – A reasonable man who agreed to everything until it emptied his wallet.
- 💡 Madame Conséquence – A woman cursed with foresight, arithmetic, and a tragic sense of humour.
- 📜 The Scene: A condominium hallway at midnight, faint smell of burning legal invoices and cheap coffee in the air.
🤝 Monsieur Consentement:
Madame Conséquence, I am distraught! Have you seen the notice? They’re making us pay thousands for legal costs! How could such a thing happen to decent people like us?
💡 Madame Conséquence:
Oh, Monsieur, it happened the very moment you nodded and said, “It’s not a big deal.”
🤝 Monsieur Consentement:
But I thought we were defending ourselves!
💡 Madame Conséquence:
Against whom? The mirror? You fought lawsuits funded by your own pockets and applauded the victory of your own defeat.
🤝 Monsieur Consentement:
I simply wanted peace.
💡 Madame Conséquence:
And peace you had – until the invoice found your door.
🤝 Monsieur Consentement:
How cruel! Surely someone should have warned us!
💡 Madame Conséquence:
Someone did. She was called the troublemaker. You told her she exaggerated, that she was obsessed, that she should “let it go.”
🤝 Monsieur Consentement:
Ah, yes… her tone was unpleasant.
💡 Madame Conséquence:
Truth often is, Monsieur. Sugar-coating is for pastries, not governance.
🤝 Monsieur Consentement:
But tell me – what can we do now? How can we stop this?
💡 Madame Conséquence:
You can’t stop what you refused to start. You can only end it by ending them.
🗳️ Vote them out.
⚖️ Hold them to account.
💰 And for once, keep your hand in your pocket until you know where your money goes.
🤝 Monsieur Consentement:
So all this misery – is it truly my fault?
💡 Madame Conséquence:
Not entirely. You only gave them your hand. They took the arm, the account, and the reserve fund.
📚 Narrator’s Epilogue
And thus ended the Thirteenth-Hour Enlightenment.
Monsieur Consentement went home to read the financials for the first time in ten years.
It was too late, of course – but for a brief, trembling moment, ignorance finally felt expensive.
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