Life Is Meaningless - signed T. Bear, Wishes turn bad, wishes turn very bad

Banner by the wonderful dreamalittledreamofsam

Thanks, Dream! Much appreciated!

4.08 Wishful Thinking tag.

Life Is Meaningless - signed T. Bear

Tea parties. TEA PARTIES! Do you know what it’s like to sit there pretending that everything is all right?

It’s not all right!

The world is falling apart.

The markets are crashing and wars are being fought around the globe. Mass genocide, pestilence, famine. Global warming. The rain forests are disappearing! A puppy was abandoned at the gas station. The gas station! He coulda been run over. The news reports bring it all to your home, straight into my mind to warp everything into a sad twisted pile of smelly gloom.

And little girl wants to play dress up and have tea parties. Puh-leese!

It’s a terrible world.

Why am I here?

I don’t belong here. I don’t fit in. All my old friends… they don’t understand. They sit there on a shelf and stare. Just stare.

Why won’t they talk to me?

Strangers yell when they see me. They run and hide. Scream. Or chase me.

I can’t run away. I barely walk… like a drunken sailor would.

I lumber when I walk. What did you expect? I never had to walk before. My feet don’t move right. My legs feel soft and wobbly. Like the scarecrow, full of stuffing.

And my belly… I haven’t eaten a damn thing and yet it sticks out, rotund and full of more stuffing.

I hate my belly.

I see how they snicker when they look at me.

Stare like I’m a freak. I am not a freak… at least I wasn’t.

I was loved once. Cuddled. No one cuddles me now. No one wants to.

Their arms won’t even fit around me. Not with this belly.

Liquid courage.

Doesn’t help. Just makes me woozy and strangely more confused and sad.

And angry.

I never asked for this.

I never asked to be real.

I thought the skin mags would cheer me up. Who doesn’t like to look at naked women? Some would even wish for that.

I don’t know… they just don’t look right. They’re so smooth… I mean it’s tempting, I am a totally heterosexual bear, but I just don’t relate, y’ know?

Those two guys. I saw how they looked at me. Just like all the rest.

Teddy Bear doctors… yeah, right! And I’m a freakin’ Hollywood Star.

Just waitin’ for my big break.

I hear there’s an opening for a fabric softener teddy bear.

I think I’m a shoe-in.

It gets lonely in my room. Depressing.

And all little girl wants is to have tea parties.

Tea parties!

Is that all there is?

‘Cause I’m not seeing a-freakin’-lot else.

Is life meaningless?

Is my life just a tragic Shakespearean play? Am I trapped in the final act?

To be or not to be… that is the question.

Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them?

End them…

It’s a thought.

Nothing left to live for.

I never asked for this.

Never asked to live.

I was happy… before.

Damn little girls and their stupid tea parties.

I won’t wear your frilly pink dress.

Ribbons and bows.

Especially not the hat. God… not the hat!

A bear has his pride.

This freakin’ bow is ridiculous enough.

Red is definitely not my color.

That’s it.

It ends now.

I’m ending it!

Goodbye cruel world.

The long rifle rested on the floor, the barrel in his mouth. It was difficult… getting the trigger pulled. Bear paws don’t fit within the confines of the trigger guard. He struggled, cursed… finally the gun went off. It only took a moment for his head to lull back to the side, his frustration growing.

Damn this stuffing!

If I only had a brain…

I can’t do anything right!

WHY???

---

It happened in a flash. His feet pulled back from the floor and he toppled over onto his back on the bed, lying there like an inanimate object. His eyes glazed over while he waited. It took a considerable amount of time before the bedroom door open and the little girl appeared. He felt her lift him from the bed, arms wrapped around him squeezing tight.

His world tumbled back into place. His place again within the little girl’s arms.

I’m small again. I’m happy!

This is what happiness is.

All my wishes fulfilled.

The other toys no longer shun me, don’t sit there staring like I don’t exist or warrant their attention.

No one runs and hides from me.

I get cuddled.

Lots and lots of hugs… and kisses too.

Little girl… she’s not so bad now.

She’s actually quite nice.

She put all my stuffing back in and then put a nice white bandage on the back of my head.

I feel better… much better.

More myself.

Yes, sirree, this is the life!

The End

bjxmas

November 2008

Thanks for reading. Later, B.J.

What a wonderful story B.J.! I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. A teddy bear having an existential crisis. I love how you bring Hamlet into the mix. It so fits. And a little of the Wizard of Oz with the if only had a brain line. I especially love the ending and whole everything is right in the world when he's being hugged by the little girl.

I love these part:

Thanks, Irishgirl, glad you enjoyed my little foray within a bear's mind. I never thought I'd be writing a story from a teddy bear's perspective. Teddy was a pretty depressed bear, but who wouldn't be? He was torn from his safe, protected world and thrown into the awful real world. What a shock that must have been.

Now Audrey can have all the tea parties she wants and I don't think Teddy will object!

Take care, B.J.

Oh poor Ted. I've still not seen the episode yet but I loved this peek into Ted's stuffed yet highly educated, Shakespeare quoting head.

Thanks for posting this fic, Hun. The board has been stressing me out MASSIVELY today so I really needed a story like this to start making me feel all smiley again.

lol that was the saddest part of the whole episode. im scarred for life now, ive seen a teddy shoot istelf. only kripke could do that and get away with it.

aweome work bjxmas.

Awwwww...Loved it! All he wanted was to be cuddled

BJ, Kudos again---yet another good one from you!!
Imaginative and sweet!!

Thanks to everyone who reviewed and sorry this is so late.

I'm bumping the story because now I have a lovely banner to go with it. Dream does such amazing work! The banners deserve to be seen!

Thanks all,

B.J.

thanks BJ!

and thanks for writing this! I need a good, light story to read right now, and this just completely lifted me up! love it!

thanks BJ!

and thanks for writing this! I need a good, light story to read right now, and this just completely lifted me up! love it!

*hugs* Funny how a suicidally depressed stuffed teddy bear makes us smile, huh? Maybe Kripke's wearing off on us!

And again, your banner makes the story. Thanks for the pretty!

B.J.