Part 2: The Narrator Within
Within the ever complicating abstractly confusing mind of our friend Turok lies a deep “dysfunction” that he suffer from or a created habit that suddenly appeared. All in all nobody he met truly knows the cause. Strangely as it may sound Turok has developed a form of frequent tendency to subconsciously narrate his thoughts out loud.
Bud
sighing often accepted the intolerable repeating trait of Turok. However accepting does not necessary mean specifically the issue being more comforting once accepted but rather adapting the experience from painful annoyance to optimistic patience. That is how he tackled the issue and it paid off such that he became accustomed to it over time. Those key characteristics (optimism and patience) was not something Bud naturally was inborn with but rather a practiced and mastered feature. It took him quite the number of years to polish these and of course being tested abundantly was an essential factor. Another reason for his enduring tolerance was the belief that every disease has a cure, assuming it is a disease. But Bud also had this fearing assumption that Turok might secretly enjoy it but that was all a presuming idea that floated aimlessly in his mind.
Ticking the clock some years ahead, while he resided with his ever rambling uncle, spotting this problem was not hard for Scuttle or for anyone for that matter. Most Sand Creepers would hesitate to have a conversation with Turok and immediately would put forth some abnormal excuse to avoid a talk. An example would go as this;
Sand Creeper 1: “
Hey there Turok” , Turok spots him and thinks out loud “
Hmmm is his very straightforward greeting a sign of forced behavior, well he does not seem like the type of Sand Creeper who would easily dislike an individual, aah what an ever confusing situation... Just act natural and greet back accordingly, I will certainly know his true colors soon enough”
While oblivious Turok would further start to respond with a simple “
Hi” and the Sand Creeper would faceclaw (facepalm) by his stupidity. In some cases some Sand Creepers would desert him before he would notice, while he is lost in thoughts. Nevertheless it is not all alien to Turok about him being so, there has been plenty of criticizing comments about his behavior and it would naturally sink in very clear mentally. He was severely and deeply used to Bud being the only one around him for the most part of his early life when he lived at the shores of the Mysterious Beyond, and he would rarely get any complaints, hence resulting that it would not be as great of a concern for Turok and that mentality stuck with him very strongly. As uniquely it may be, all the hurtful comments does serve a toll on him and it also being emotionally demanding. Therefor it was too much for Turok to take in while living at the Lagoon compared to when he lived at the shores because of the mental impacts he gets by the others comments. Not everyone is as easy-going and accepting as Bud was. The suspicion Bud had regarding Turok slightly enjoying the narration spilling may not be true but looking at Turok when it happens, you may suspect that it somehow is lurking inside of him. That it radiates openly so to say. Regardless, his situation is complicated any individual would not have a liking of those sudden pop-ups in frequent instances in their life. But all is not lost for Turok especially him hoping for a life-changing cure to appear but understandably figuring it all out by himself would be difficult. So seeking help would be a must for that matter, and a grumpy fellow was in mind who claims he knows lots of variety of things in this world
Self proclaimed of course. It would not hurt seeking guidance, would it? What would he lose? You may ask yourself. Therefor while knowing the consequences by seeking advice from Scuttle would be the next step.
Scuttle examined Turok with various methods whenever the narrations reoccurred. His first step was to get Turok's attention whenever he falls deeply into his reflections and narrations while being unaware. Interestingly enough it seemed even mild physical contact would not wake him up from his delusion, and Scuttle even punched Turok with a considerate amount of force that resulted of Turok falling, but EVEN that was not good enough. Turok would just lay down on the ground scratching his chin and keep talking to himself. A sad sight to witness, indeed. After such close follow-up with various tests Scuttle finally came to a conclusion.
His very words were “
Avast Scallywag! Ye issue withers my noddle of what is left of it matey, but I have come to an answer and that is you could eventually die soon by all the gibberish you are vomiting by your foul mouth! Ye-he-he.”
Turok rolled his eyes by his lame joke but was slightly anxious of what to come.
Scuttle continued “
The good news laddy is that this is highly likely to be a habit that has strongly been enhanced by excessive and frequent doings of that action through the years, and the bad news, well, as what I said earlier that this is highly likely to be habit would also mean there is a chance that I could be wrong and this surely is a disease.”
“
How am I sure to trust his words? he does not seem to have any expertise in medical matters.” Turok thought out loud.
“
Ye old uncle Scuttle has been here and there, and seen this and that, that answer should suffice ye knucklehead, but for your case I had to check with our local physician for some advice.” Scuttle replied.
“
We have a physician! I'm been here for so long how would I not know!” Turok confusedly commented.
“
Beats me, did you think my shell pain just magically disappeared a few weeks ago” Scuttle replied.
“
Well...Yes! Since you said I don't need any assistance, I just need to sleep it off and everything will be alright” Turok said disappointingly.
Scuttle had a very long pause and he finally answered “
I was kidnapped and he healed my injury while I was unconscious.”
Turok made a tiring sound and gave up, he further continued by asking what was needed to be done to break free from the supposed habit.
“
differentiate between inner thoughts and speech whenever you start a conversation, and you do that through sharpening your awareness” Scuttle said with a serious look on his face.
Turok nodded and understood that this is the very first step needed.
Through some months Turok put Scuttle's advice to practice and surprisingly his effort paid off, he started to notice progress and also having a realization. That there is a connection between awareness and actions. He felt a sudden excitement rushing through his body, even though he was not completely sure that this little progress would lead to complete success. The thing he would know for sure is that time will definitely tell.
