How the hell did it end like this?!

The First Chapter

The world is in the verge of extinction. Every single male has a partner to accompany them through the weary paths of the "Great Celestial War". The odds of saving the world lie upon my service. If I date the galactic girl, I stop the apocalypse from approaching our very planet Earth. I am the Clover's fifth leaf here, to balance humankind with existence.

The war breeze and the wrecked lands, await for my decision; to find the certain someone and save mankind from utmost extinction.

That's the kind of atmosphere l breathe in. My name is Daniel Espinola. I am 28 years old. I live with my Mum in a somewhat luxurious apartment and yes, I am single (Best part of me). I completed my higher studies in philosophy and masters in English at the age of 25 and currently am a professor at London University of Arts and humanities. People call me a prodigal character but I call it hard work in a promising direction, after all working hard in the wrong direction can be deplorably miserable than failure.

Apparently, I earn well and am educated enough, my bed hair always sticks out and my friends call me schizophrenic but none of them really bustles my life too much. However, there's something that does.My
mum, peers, rivals, relatives, any random stranger passing by and even my pet Mars are allergic to my attitude of keeping myself quarantined from romanticism.

I believe that my life has enough
conundrums to solve and bringing some more purposively is a fool's play. I don't know how a person could solely sign-up for such an irrational relationship where you end up by getting bored and being completely committed to that certain "someone" whom you consider your
business partner oh sorry! I mean romantic partner say husband or wife (the words sound so bonding when together).

My plans for dating and marriage are zilch to the point where infinity ends (does it?). And I personally am a very selfish and self indulgent persona. I couldn't care less about any other person, especially when it comes to women and children (whom I find annoying in contrasting ways). I find them a peculiar species to deal with and their presence in my life....makes me feel more miserable than ever.

Don't make the unparalleled estimation of me being a gay cause I am not. Especially, specifying that females or not but love surely sucks. However, for animals I personally can be considerate enough.

I love to live with my unique psychology and prodigious philosophy with which no one could keep up. And then, one fine day l got this life threatening e-mail from an unknown address,

"Mr.Espinola, this to inform you that your registration procedure in the LIVE AND LOVE session has been successfully completed. Please follow the instructions and venue for the complete guide".

Was I being pranked by my friends or foes again? Things were not going as I wanted them to go. There are few things in this crippled world that I am certainly not a zealot of. One of them are these rubbish sessions held by some so called -welfare societies in order to solve the miseries of other individuals for a thick stash of cash.

People who join these clubs are the one who truly couldn't embrace who they are.
Deep down below, they hate being themselves for some reasons. Or else they want to share the fact that they sprung into life just to be pitied and to take a helping hand even to deal with themselves. How could people waste their time and money on such brainwashing stuff? I mean watching FRIENDS with your enemies can be a way more better option to start with. And if you got enough cash, well get the blue ray DVDs with few cans of beer and tortilla.

"Am I one of them? I mean. Am I dolorous deep down that I feel incompatible to the opposite sexes around me or hell, same sexes also make no difference. Or is it that I'm the misfit for the people around me?", Certain thoughts started to take shape inside my think tank like a bunch of mould on a bread.

"Empty mind is devil's workshop", I sighed and continued to collect my books from the library stack. Whosoever sent this email to me knows me very well. This is a criminal offense, you cannot hurl someone with something he/she is severely allergic to.

I flipped my phone back to my pocket. Started to ponder upon this wicked turn of situation.
"Hello Mr. Daniel How are you doing?"
"Good morning Mr. Henry. I'm fine...sort of", it was Mr. Henry, he is one of the few
lecturers that I personally am fond of. The way he deals with the kids these days is rather a uniquely possessed art. I look upto him and try to learn the essence of his teaching style.

Mr.Henry O'Neil is the head professor of ancient history and Paleolithic sector. Also a person of great quick wit coupled with brimming wisdom.

"Hey...you seem worried, are you getting married or something?", the professor laughed and patted me on my back.

Mr. Henry is quite aged, although his real age is never correctly guessed. Its one of the great unsolved hoaxes in my life. His maturity and lucid calmness makes him look like a 50 plus, but when it
comes to his physic, he is astonishingly hale and toned. Honestly if a stranger passes by he would consider him to be a tagger of mine.

"Well that's something which would never happen until I am perceiving from the world of living". I replied with ease.

"l personally doubt that", the professor smiled and picked up a textbook from the middle rack. He was ruffling through the pages of that book.

"Look Dan, you are young, handsome, smart and err...unique I'm sure you will find the correct person to accompany you. All you need is time", Mr. Henry seemed to be sarcastic instead of aspiring. The little "err" took a lot out of me. He finally wished me luck and got excused.

He is a real busy man who is asked for, from every single corner of the University (do I sound like I'm feeling jealous?)

I took out the philosophy second context book and proceeded for my classroom. The whole day was just beginning for me. I somehow got the intuition that an email wasn't the only thing waiting to blemish my pleasant day ahead.

"Alright, to begin with our new case study... Thomas Hobbes' Leviathan", I announced.

An extract from this lionized book was an interesting topic. Hobbes got the human
psychology pretty well. The interpretation of what we are and why we are can be well
understood by In this whole world (as much I have seen) I loved the oldies and respected their horizon because of its fluidic flexibility.

They were the lit up scholars when it came to human psychology and mentality. The philosophers of medieval period were jewels carved by Almighty himself (however I'm an agnostic).

People now are surprisingly contrasting.
seemed like they bred with quite a questionable species to evolve into such a mess. I know my thoughts are totally absurd for a good-to-go mentality but I sometimes think that I'm in the wrong timeline.

Today, the way the world works is surpassingly predictable and miserable. People crave for two things regardless: firstly, an ample of cash to fill their obese bodies up to the brim and secondly, the tincture known as pleasure from the opposite sex (this can be interpreted either by love or lust). I personally crave for just one thing, it also starts with "L yes....correct guess my "life" (didn't see that coming, did you?)

Well, its quite impossible for me to adjust to this society completely, neither does everyone treat me as a "normie".

My work partners never know what I am upto and how I secretly demise their way of living. Exactly same is the way of that old man, he said that human beings are not worthy of being called as "divine" or even "intelligent". He said that these terms are inappropriate for the quintessential brain waves that we humans produce.

Human psychology has nothing to do with morality. Rather than morality, Hobbes believed humans are driven by fear of death, that's what the book read loud and clear to my prod mind.