In Today's Episode - Thanksgiving Special

"I think this is not how it's supposed to be," Laura said. "This is not symmetrical at all!" She pointed out the gilded frame that her husband was trying to place on the champagne wall.

"Do you really have to correct every single move that I make?" He put the frame aside.

"Do we really have to go back and forth every damn second of the day?" The tension was already visible by looking at his neck veins and clenched jaw.

"Honey, you know how I am; I am really obsessed with these things. Like paintings should be right in the middle when you go into a saloon, right across the room preferably has a sofa in front of it. The napkins are on the left because I am left-handed, and the wine glass is on the right because I just said so. The water glasses are well..."

"Where am I placed, Laura?" Each syllabus fell out of his mouth as they were willing to come out, not reach her but to meet the fresh air.

"Tell me, where would you put that table, sofa, whatever the shit you are designing? Where the hell am I in that?"

This was the first time ever that Evan caused "a fuss," in her opinion. They were married for at least twenty-five-ish years, which she, of course, did not remember. Why they tied the knot and how they have stayed like that all of this eternity, according to Laura, was a mystery.

Well, she knew why she chose him. He was listening to her, unlike others. She had a tendency to talk till people's ears bled from the decibels that she had in her tone and rhythm. Should I say no rhythm, no literally, not a single emphasis? Full of bulk sentences that give order to every living being, reminding them they are the servants, she is the majesty.

"If you are this unhappy with me, you can leave me any time you want. You know that. We are adults; I would understand."

No, she wouldn't actually, and in addition, she would track him, make him regret it, and make him come back to her.

Waking up to her every day made Evan a much more conscious person about watching out for himself, I believe. Considering his rising little coup against Laura's government,

"I will leave after Thanksgiving."

Well, that was the last sentence Laura heard from Evan. He has been gone for a year now, and counting this year's Thanksgiving, it was going to be a whole year, which actually meant she had a lot of "fun" activities, not even yearning for her long-lost husband.

For her, online dating was always a naughty idea. She thought about this for years; even when she was married to Evan, she imagined it. She was thrilled by this idea, almost aroused. Not seeing someone but feeling their eye on you—the eye you imagine.

That was the thing for her; you see, she had this idea of "eyes on her." Whether it is any kind of eye, we shall see as we go by.

So she opened accounts as she was opening bottles one by one, rapidly, in every app and on all devices; she buried herself in notifications and chats—perhaps more interactive ones, yet we are not going into that. This is supposed to be a daily show, guys. Sorry.

Then one day, she met this weird-profile photo guy. Veiled woman in her sixties, perhaps. Looking straight out of the photoshoot, she felt the urge of something tingling inside her.

It looked fun to her. Discovering someone outside of her zone might be fun. On the other hand, we are not sure whether she knows her zone's borders. This might be a topic for the next episode, if there is one.

(Production team laughing.)

She quickly added her to the "interest list" and started to think of a bait message that almost anyone would answer. However, it only took a second before her hand buzzed with loads of notifications. Because of the constant vibration coming from the phone, she threw it away on her bed. It was too much; it almost electrocuted her.

After heating up some tea and breathing the sage on top of the little cloud that formed on the mug, she sipped the tea and took a bite of the bagel next to her bed.

Bagel, guys, where does the bagel come from? (The production team looks at each other cluelessly.)

Guys, this is a Thanksgiving episode. What do you mean by bagel? Put some stuffed turkey or something. Anyway, I, on behalf of my team, utterly apologize for the interruption and this nonsense.

Laura began to contemplate this mystery account that suddenly appeared on the algorithm. It was just like her type—a fantasized dream—almost mirroring her darkest part.

A photographer has a motorcycle and no home. It didn't even take a second for her to fall. Well, we know Laura very well by now, I think. Don't you agree, guys?

Laura loves being lost in people. Addicted to stimulation, constantly needing multiple stressors, and, not surprisingly, multiple lovers.

Multiple lovers Laura, perhaps with the relaxation that the sage gave her, she opened up a pile of notifications with huge excitement, almost blinded by the screen light. Not even considering why she was bombarded with thousands of texts.

Every simple text was saying, "Am I symmetrical now?" In italic, in bold, in Times New Roman—every font that someone can think of.

(The chill air in the studio was visible from the frost forming on camera lenses.)

Well, we all know Laura. She did not get the point.

Indeed, she did not. At all.

She kept texting the symmetrical man, telling him how they could meet and why he was obsessed with this sentence. She opened up about her love for symmetry too.

Because, as you see, Laura's generation was made for reaction. Not for pro-action. She was supposed to please be pleased, then use and throw away. She believed that this was a way to communicate, mirroring the actions and reacting in the same manner. It was her way of coping with the temptation of being loved.

Being so towards inside, to the extent that she could bury herself inside, she also loved to be seen "as herself," although she didn't even see anyone in her life "as they are."

Her way of logic was telling her this was to way to care about herself, existing as herself and only herself. Exposing everyone to her regardless, without regret, and without thought of losing the other person in the process

Because this was confidence, this was her. The life was her; she was the "it girl."

Trying to save the planet and then not recycling relationships. "Bandaids for losers." Laura once said to Evan.

"If we can't work it, you leave and move one, or vice versa; it doesn't matter."

So she ignored every message, being the same as before, and kept talking without reading the answer.

"So what do you like about your art the most? How did you start?"

"Am I symmetrical to you now?"

"Oh, I see, I actually think like that too you know, art is supposed to come from..."

Oh, the communication team says we have a glitch on the line. Is it our line, guys?

No, no, it must be then... Laura's line. Guys, we have a fireball on the ratings now. Zoom into the phone now!

"Mirror rationalization, or colloquially known as self-vacuum, it is called." Today's doctor on the show made her comment.

"It has become a common case in our current generation that she has created her own vacuum hole that will suck her in towards her darkest punishment. She created her own devil to come and find her; she raised her and fed her well."

Well, even if she is not, we are proud of her!

(The audience clapping loudly.)

I feel like we are close to the end, don't you?

The message rain became pouring that she was not able to text anymore due to the notices.

"Am I symmetrical now?"

She found one last chance to say something, perhaps to realize there was someone other than her—one last chance to ask how that person was and how that person felt.

Perhaps a way to set the demon free into the sea, where the water will wash it through eternity till it becomes pure as a baby.

But she indeed asked something way different.

"Happy Thanksgiving to you too, so when can I see you?"

And by then, she was left on the floor with a cold breath on her neck.

"Just turn around , here a pair of eyes,

By the way, thanks for giving; what is yours once."

Laura's phone, is dead.

Well, well, well. In today's episode, we dealt with a couple who were deeply struggling to manage their marriage due to, say, some personal problems and a lost husband. We love lost husbands, don't we?

Some core principles about being human also vanished in seconds—which is actually today's record—and, of course, again today we lost another soul on this program.

Thank you so much for coming!

As we always say on this channel,

Nothing's left without payback!

See you, everyone! Be symmetrical (!) and be careful who you ignore until next week!