The morning Eric realized what he had the power to do, it was an evening like many before it. Unfortunately, there was nothing outside the routine about it. I say unfortunately, because when it happened, Eric’s father was calmly picking Eric apart with the skill and destructive ability of a malevolent surgeon. He wasn’t actually touching Eric, wasn’t causing him any physically visible injuries, but was instead carefully dismantling Eric’s self-esteem, identity, and security, already weak, frail things after a life with a man like Eric’s father. Eric didn’t know why his father did what he did. His father didn’t know either, but acted out of some deep, internal compulsion. It was almost as if he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t place what caused his contempt for his own son, and probably wouldn’t have even been able to say it was contempt, but merely that he was saying what needed to be said.
Yes, it was unfortunate that this was a day like many others before it, but that was the case. This was one of the marathon days as well, when it went on for hours. Every day there was the common sniping, the carefully executed single shots at Eric. Other days were long procedures, where Eric’s father would literally go on for hours and hours, relentlessly offering his calmly delivered commentary on how useless, vile, and despicable Eric was. Oh, and ungrateful, too. The arsenal Eric’s father worked with was a vast and nuanced thing. His skill with words was only ever used toward this one particular task, and when he got going it was hard to stop. This was one of those such days.
Many years earlier, Eric had developed an ability in his own mind that his father didn’t know about. Eric could make his mind grow cloudy and dim, could insulate himself deep within some part of his mind, where the pain of life couldn’t touch him. At first, it happened all on its own. His father would start in on him, and he would just drift into himself. He was still there, still aware of all that was being said, but it felt like it was far away, happening to someone else. The downside is that his thoughts would become muddled and slow, he was barely functioning in these moments. The cloudiness started to happen more often in time, whenever something made him anxious, or worried, or sad.
Just when Eric had started getting used to this happening, he found he started to know how to bring it on at will. It was no longer just an automatic response of his emotional immune system, but was a mechanism he could start at will. Although stopping it was another matter altogether, he hadn’t figured that part out yet.
Eric’s life was the sort of life in which one would like to cultivate such an ability, and cultivate it he did. When the cloudiness came on, Eric would carefully test its limits, pushing against the inside of this emotional insulation to see if he could have more control of his thoughts and inner world within the puffy mental cloud he created.
On this unfortunately routine day, Eric was doing exactly that. His mind had clouded over, he was no longer paying any attention to what his father was actually saying, but was instead doing mental exercises to see if he could recall movie names and actors, albums and track listings, testing his memory within the clouds.
It was then, right after successfully naming 12 Robert Downey, Jr. movies, that he noticed his father wasn’t talking anymore. He hadn’t noticed when his father had stopped, and saw that the man was still standing in the middle of the living room, where he had been delivering his horrible malediction. His father’s face was vacant and empty, like he was a million miles away. He didn’t seem to have any idea that he was standing in the middle of the living room staring.
Eric returned to the surface of himself, unintentionally leaving behind his cloudy protection to investigate his father’s condition. As he did so, his father squinted his eyes, his face becoming animated again. He looked at Eric for a moment, as if trying to remember not just what he’d been saying but where he was, maybe even who he was. He opened his mouth to speak, once, twice, but then decided against it, pursed his lips, and abruptly left the living room.
That was the day that Eric realized that his ability had grown far beyond anything he would have previously thought possible. Eric was longer limited to merely clouding his own mind, he was capable of clouding over someone else’s mind as well. For the first time in his memory, Eric realized he was looking forward to his next encounter with his father.