Nodus Tollens: The realisation that the plot of your life doesn't make sense to you anymore
More often than not it took the brownstone until way past the hour of midnight to settle down with the rest of the world. There was always someone's music thumping through the walls; sounds of midnight snacks and blaring movie marathons; scuffing of worn-through sneakers between a battle of voices and taunts. And yet, like clockwork, at 1:09am the Brownstone was finally silent.
It was the basement where the resident night owls of the brownstone – Archie and Odie - retreated to decompress. Lines of pale light coursed from the cracks of Odie's bedroom door as the hour drew closer to 2am. It was at this point of the night when Odie did some of his best work. However, tonight it seemed was an exception for the young hero.
The lean boy stared exhaustedly at the desktop blaring before him; there on the screen he had countless tabs of university websites open. A single sigh escaped from his chest as the curser lingered over the Harvard application page. Two years ago he believed hitting that 'apply now' button was destined to be the conclusion of a long, isolated high school experience. The plot of his life, he thought, always told the same story: High school, College, job and who knows maybe start a family on the sideline or better yet make some friends. From a young age he knew he was gifted; he had been told this countless times, he knew he was destined for success.
Yet here he was halfway through senior year, fighting a battle that doesn't seem to be ending anytime soon in a city he hadn't heard about until two years earlier.
He often wondered if anything in his life was left to logical sense anymore. After all, it didn't make sense that he was fighting mythological beings - in Canada of all places! - Or that he was the smartest kid in school and still can't graduate because a crazy God of Time destroyed his attendance score. The plot of his life no longer made sense to him, and with that in mind he decided to get some sleep.