A [Re]Combobulated Tale

Tori Onawa had always prided himself on his combobulation. His combobulation was his primary benchmark to measure his overall well-being. A combobulated day was a successful day for Tori. He had never witnessed a discombobulated day in his whole life. But one day that changed. A discombobulation was bound to happen sooner or later in Tori’s blissful existence.


Tori walked into his kitchen, as he had always did, to see how combobulated his combobulation was. Usually, that particular aspect of his existence had always been in check. But that day in particular things were different. His disposition of combobulation was out of its usual mean. In fact, Tori found himself to be discombobulated as he had never been before.


“What made this happen?” He began to wonder. Was it his decision to switch from soy milk to almond milk? Was it watching more anime than usual? Or maybe it was switching from Kafka to Freud as his main literary idol.


The fact of the matter was that Tori had to recombobulate himself as soon as he could, otherwise it would be the end of him.


Things got worse, though. The coffee he had just prepared wasn’t tasting right. It turned out he put curry instead of cinammon in it. So even the coffee itself was discombobulated! And lo and behold, for his toast got burned. What in the world was going on? The cosmic order of Tori’s surroundings seemed to have completely fallen out of its usual combobulated state.


Tori tried to find an explanation. No matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn’t. So out of nowhere, he started running. A wild and frantic Tori could be seen running on the street by his neighbors. One of them asked him why he was doing it, to which he simply replied: “I just felt like running!” And he kept on doing it. He reached the end of his street and since he made it that far, he ran some more and reached the end of his district. And since he made it that far, he ran some more until he eventually reached the end of the city.


At that point of his running saga he saw a small venue which bore an announcement written in capital letters right above the entrance. The announcement said the following: “TODAY’S SHOW: STAND-UP PHILOSOPHY: MONGOLIAN RECOMBOBULATION ETHICS AND OTHER ASSORTED MORALS.”


After all that running, Tori felt lucky. That should be his final call.