Wants and celebrations.
Lu was not only fascinated with tiredness, but also with her wanting. She spent years on wanting and maybe this activity in her personal tracker every day she saw the superiority of the blue and green colored bars. Blue for non-wanting, which Lu considered a twin brother of the regular want but with a twisted neck, and green for wanting. Besides those two bars, there was only one other color, orange for sleeping.
The first time she met her wants, she vaguely remembers.
It was wet. I had no arms or legs. My skin was transparent and pulsating without traceable logic. It was lonely. Some places were warmer and others colder; I liked warmth. I moved towards and away. My name had A's in it and was containing round-shaped sounds.
That was all Lu remembered, but this memory lived deeply in her and felt cozy. She knew it was important to her relationship with the wants but didn't know why. Maybe Lu thought that her wanting carried a secret knowledge that would take her closer to her home; she was not ready to forget. Maybe her want was the only clue she had; at least I can follow it, and I will end up somewhere.
Today Lu surfed a wave of her want and ended up at Kenny's. She had to forcefully drag Bob along, who had a different want at that moment. He was imagining a hammock swing accompanied by some milk and chocolate chip treats. Kenny didn't have any, he was watching his weight because his want wanted him to fit into a pair of expensive trousers that he bought. It was on sale and didn't have his size, so Kenny had a brilliant idea:
What luck! These pants will force me into losing a few kilos! Finally!
Kenny's wants were celebrating their smartness, and behind intoxication from hope, they lost their sanity, forgetting that, in order to lose some weight and fit the pants, other wants would be rebelling against it.
Alongside wanting to look skinny, Kenny also wanted to eat ice cream for breakfast. In situations like this, Kenny was transforming into a battlefield where his wants were screaming at each other, asking for justice and their right to be satisfied. Mostly Kenny started brave and optimistic, he would line up all the wants, count them, and listen to what they had to say one by one. It annoyed the wants big time, waiting was their least favourite thing. Quickly, they lost their patience and were talking past each other, confusing Kenny, who, at that point, was done with trying to be considerate. He gave up quickly, and usually, the want that had a quiet delivery of results won.
Kenny liked celebrations more than negotiations.
Oh, shut up, you all, and let's celebrate. Gimme that bucket of melting goodness, impermanent matter, the lucky gift of Gods!
He was reaching to the fridge, becoming the want who temporarily was possessing Kenny's body. In symbiotic dissolution, Kenny was loosing himself becoming one with his want. Eventually, he would come back to senses and find the pants in his closet.
They look so great!
A thought that would wake up his other wants, and everything starts over again.
Ice cream now → pleasure now = no pants ∧ celebration
Pants now → no pleasure now = yes pants ∧ negotiation
It was an easy equation to solve. Kenny's predisposition to celebrations made his choice very easy. Kenny's home was almost always filled with simple joy of indulgence. Except recurring intermezzos of Wants that made Kenny doubt and interludes of post-celebratory guilt when wanting to fit into his pants was awake again.
Lu liked celebrations mostly because she could wear her shiny rabbit hat. It didn't really matter what to celebrate, she just liked chasing light reflections made by fake crystals glued to her long ears.
Lu also had a small hat for Bob. Before their first party, Lu took him to the shop, and Bob could choose anything he liked. Bob jumped off her neck and crawled over the floor, leaving a slimy trace on the asphalt-gray carpet. After a few moments, he came back wearing a foldable tall black cylinder, radiating slightly uncomfortable snobbish elegance.
Lu didn't like it that much but never said anything. She also didn't know if Bob liked her rabbit hat and secretly feared his judgment, which would have to lead to her change. She pretended to forget asking. And asking Bon could remind him of his question about her hat.
Generally, Bob wasn't in favour of wants, especially those that were interfering with being able to manifest his full being, which is only complete when reunited with sugary delights and soft, milky liquids. He also wasn't in favor of celebrations because they had to end, and that would mean cookies also end, which in Bob's view wasn't necessary.
Why would you end what is always there?
Bob was a smart worm who didn't understand the obsession with wants and knew that obsession with celebration had something to do with it.
Lu simply liked her hat and kept dancing.