A weird kind of special gift

My name is Pau, Pau Tori. I’m a forty five year old male. I’m an auditor in a large size company, in a major city, but I live in the suburbs. I don’t like to leave in very crowded places. I also cannot afford to rent a house there. I havent had a salary increase in 2 years. I dont think my skills are fully appreciated (It is just reality you know?)

I wake up every day at 5.45 am, have a shower, shave and eat my cereals for breakfast. My morning coffee I always take it at work, from the coffee machine in the hall. It’s a new machine but the coffee is the same brand. I complained when the HR department changed the supplier. I wrote a couple of mails and made some remarks in the office meetings. Eventually the HR admitted the mistake and went back to the classic brand.  Is of very good quality and low cost.

I always wait 15 minutes in the bus stop in front of my house, for the bus that will take me to the city. After 40 minutes, if there is no major traffic, we will arrive to the bus park and from there I can enter in my second transport, the metro. I take the same subway door and ticket machine – the one on the right. The metro arrives precisely 4 minutes after I arrive to my usual spot in the platform.  In 7 minutes we arrive to the train station, the main hub for national and international movements. The regional train finally leads me to the office. I just walk 11 minutes and reach the main door of my office.

This is my daily routine, from Monday to Friday, morning and evening. By 7 pm, I should be arriving home, taking my shoes and entering the house. On the weekend, my plan is a bit different, depending of the weather. I don’t usually take any kind of transport.  

I usually read books while commuting, or check the office mail in the phone. I rarely listening to music, only if people are very noise or if they make comments about television programs I haven’t watched. I tried to take some languages lessons on the way, but was hard to study, while standing. I’m learning mandarin. For no particular reason, you may ask. I just enjoy the movies. I’m not planning to travel to the country, I hardly leave my area of residence. I had the chance to travel twice abroad during my existence: for vacation in Spain that ended in disaster (I should not say that) and to attend a conference in Berlin, that was not very successful either (I’m pushing my luck here).

People often say I’m a very ordinary man, actually even dull. A serious but boring man. In fact, I wish I could be that. Actually I’m very special. You cannot imagine how special I am.

The Universe pays attention to me. I would even say too much attention. And a very particular kind of attention. As if a very attentive, assertive and authoritarian father or mother (I really cannot understand what the Universe is in fact. Sometimes, it just seems a group of old aunts that try to smuggle). The Universe expresses its opinion in a very specific way. Every time I have a negative thought or have an opinion about others or matters of the state, the Universe tends to “show me” how “wrong” I am.

For instance, if that morning the bus was late or I found the driver to be evidently reckless on the road and share it effusive and out lowed with the other passengers, in the next morning I might wake up in the body of a long distance truck driver, transporting sheep or fish if not rotten onions cross countries. And I can stay like this for a full week, including the unloading of the cargo. It can be difficult to explain at work my absence. Or to the police that I don’t have a driving license.

The month before this, I didn’t appreciate the sloppy audit report a colleague prepared for an important client, and I explained quite accurately and in detail where the mistakes where, one by one, during a 2 hours meeting…. Nine months later I gave birth to a 6 kgs baby boy. Who knew she was a single mother of twins that spent the last week with chickenpox?! After that I did understood motherhood pains well. Fortunately I had a natural deliver, so no scare in by stomach. The baby is well, with the father, whoever he is.

The Universe communicates very effectively with me since childhood. Sometimes in a temperate way, like a small pebble flying over the lake, other times as a volcano exploding in my direction (yes…it happened. I woke up close to Nyamuragira volcano last year).

I do think I don’t deserve all this attention. There are over 7 billion people in these planet that could benefit of some attention, a kind of follow up and guidance in their lives. I would say life coaching from the Universe. For sure I know a couple of them in my building… I shouldn’t say that.

I appreciate the thought and the effort of all this dedication from the Universe, but I don’t understand how shaving my eyebrows or living with a stormy cloud on top of my head for 2 months could make me learn any important lesson.

I believe the Universe is just too bored or frankly too lazy to deal with all the messy in the world nowadays, and choose to make this calm and lovely man a complete…

P.S. I apologize for taking some time to give news, but I spent the last 6 months in a desert island in the pacific. Me and a camel. I still don’t understand what the camel stand for. The animal was quite noisy and had a stomach problem. A boat crew found us by chance. Who knew that there are still some places on earth that are not charted!