This week’s words: Background Please Awestruck Tend Parallel Mal de coucou (n.)) a phenomenon in which you have an active social life but very few close friends—people who you can trust, who you can be yourself with, who can help flush out the weird psychological toxins that tend to accumulate over time—which is a form of acute social malnutrition in which even if you devour an entire buffet of chitchat, you’ll still feel pangs of hunger.) Smoke Spill Nerve Strong Desire Golem’s Truth (A secret that must be kept on pain of death. )
You have to understand the background to the story. You need to understand the boy was bound by Golem’s truth and no amount of coercion or goading was going to change anything.
He was lucky in that he was a perfect example of mal de coucou. Always out, always wanting to please, always a strong desire to suck up to anyone who might afford him the attention he craved. It was all to no avail as try as he might friends were hard to find mainly because he came across as such a shallow character and he tended to end most evenings after buttering up a so-called friend with a request or in some cases a demand for money.
There was no doubt he had a real nerve to be putting the hard word on people. He was especially awestruck by anyone who purported to be famous in any way. Even if a guy had lit a match to allow a possible celebrity to smoke that was enough to have him on your doorstep, so to speak.
The Golem’s truth for this guy lay in his living a parallel life. On the one hand, he was a married man, three kids house in the burbs on the other hand he was a flyby the seat of your pants guy, out and partying, rubbing shoulders with the so called rich and famous only to go home each night alone never to spill his guts to his wife, who incidentally loved him with a passion though I could never understand why.
Had he revealed his secret, his Golem’s truth, his wife was more than capable of bring about his demise.