I've known for a while that Thebes was a nuthouse. A lot of kooky people live there, and as soon as Creon came to my door this morning, I knew I was in for a treat. King Oedipus wants to see me? Oh goody! I was, of course, fully informed of this Oedipus character's background. I was the prophet who predicted his fall from grace in the first place.
So as soon as I enter the city, I'm verbally attacked by Oedipus. This kid thinks he's all that just because he can see. It's ridiculous! Anyway, I tell him that I know all about his origins, but decide to make him work for the whole truth. About five minutes into the confrontation, he's totally livid! I was having an absolute blast until he threatened me. Not cool, man. Then I decided that this guy was definitely smoking something illegal, and probably in larger doses than recommended. I mean, I was practically handing him the truth on a silver platter and he still didn't get it! I got fed up really fast. I couldn't tell if he was playing dumb, or if he really wasn't following me.
After around half an hour of harassment, I was finished. I told him- quite appropriately, I think- to "ask his mom." That stumped him. I really wanted to yell at him. "That's what you get for screwing around with prophecies, kid! You can't change your fate!" I didn't see his mom's suicide attempt coming though. Hey, not even the great Oracle of Delphi is perfect. I felt a little guilty after that, even though the dude had been cussing me out. Oh well. Look how far his wild accusations got him. Now he's just as blind as I am, but he doesn't have the benefit of seeing through the eyes of a god. Sucker.
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