...

Gosh. Three dots and I am already out of idea.

Being a worn-out sales person really take the toll on my intellectual well-being. I had to keep reminding myself that I DO have a brain. Hm...that's pretty... hard.. struggling... now... brain..must have brain..

The other day, I was hardly working when I realized that I had something trickling down my shoulder. Wet.. cold.. slimy.. cold. Oh, just my... shit! It's my brain, dripping off from my head! Bloody brain just could not stay put in my head.

"Hello brain."

"Oh hi your self. I'm bored stiff, so I think I should get outta here."

"Yeah me too. Wanna cup of coffee?"

"Sure."

Scooping some of the brain in my hands, I began to pour a cup of coffee and offered it to the brain. Ah, pure joy. Then the brain begin to sob. Slowly, then uncontrollably.

"What the..?"

"Sorry. I am just, tired."

"Yeah, tell me about it. I don't think I have been doing much thinking lately. Why are you
tired?"

"..."

"C'mon. You can trust me. I am your friend, right?"

"You see, I felt like I am wasted."

"Wasted?"

At this point the brain groan loudly, inviting unwanted stares in the office. I gave them that 'fuck-off' look and returned my gaze to the brain.

"You know, being a sales person doesn't require much brain," the brain muttered.

"How can you say that?"

"You only need the tongue."

I frowned. "But I need you to think."

"You think sales person do much thinking? It's the tongue who does the thinking. Or have you
forgotten?"

Silence.

"When you want to get this job, do you need your brain? No. You talk. Even before you think.
Right?"

"Well.. I..,"

"Not only that, when you want to close a deal, do you think? No. You talk. You talk like you don't have a brain."

I was dumbfounded. This bloody brain is giving me its two-cent worth! Should I listen?

"And when you don't use your brain and gets into trouble, then you start using the brain. Oh, no, you don't even want to use your brain! You wag your dear friend, the tongue, even harder, to squirm your way out of this shit. Guess what? That ain't working now. I know you got your tongue tied."

"Okay..."

"And guess what? I had a talk with the heart last night. You know what the heart says? You are trading the heart for a stone. You are replacing it with something hard, and cold. And that, my friend, just snapped me out of my senses. (up to this point, mind you, I thought brain has no sense at all. Whatever.) I think you have just turn yourself into a tin man. No brain, no heart."

"Well, since you know that I am not using you much, and is trading my heart for a cold stone, what do you reckon I do?"

"Use me, goddammit!"

"I am!" I protested.

"If you really want to use your brain more than your twisted tongue, quit this bloody job and do something more intellectual."

"Such as?"

"You can start with..."

At this point, I felt my mouth getting fuller than usual. Then the tongue screamed.

"Don't you dare!"

Again, glances from all over. Again, that 'fuck-your-goat' look and they glanced away, embarrassed.

"Without me you don't even have a job! You talk during interviews! You talk to get your pay! You even use me to talk to this brain! You think brain can give you job opportunities?"

Silence, so thick I can cut it with a knife.

"Fine," I said, "I'll think about it."

"Don't ever think about it. Hey, having a soft heart won't get you anywhere, get you anything.
It's pure talk baby. You think those people uses brain and heart to get to the top? You are so damn wrong man."

At this point, my brain started to laugh histerically. "You fool! Both of you are idiots! Bullshit doesn't bring you anywhere either!"

"Yeah, but assholes stays on top. You think asshole THINKS?"

"Stop it both of YOU!" I screamed.

Then I began to feel... sick. My chest hurt so much that I began to feel woozy.

"Yes, yes, I have been in pain too lately. I think I should leave this place and let the cold stone you traded me with be your friend. Come brain, let's leave."

"No.. no.."

And there you have it. My brain and my heart has left me with the tongue. Proud, twisted tongue. And I am still stuck to this sales job.. I think I am successful(?)... And you know what happened to me..? I think I.. I aaafkjupg vcb9vrtqfjgafib... *(7(^Y$&(*_JBuiouqefggbb...

(Bullshit rules)