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When you get a licence, you have ‘freedom’.
You can go where you want, when you want. It is a very convenient and wonderful right.
It’s not just about getting around. You can ‘do’ dating, make-up, holidays, even sex.
I’ve never done it. I’ve only “seen people do it”.
But it is too convenient to just say that it is free and wonderful.
With freedom comes learning about responsibility.
In all events, we often hear the words ‘freedom’ and ‘responsibility’.
The story wanders a bit (don’t drive in a serpentine way).
Personally, I don’t think that freedom and responsibility are two separate things combined into one set.
I think that responsibility is contained within freedom. Life and death too. I have a feeling that this is the case.
I think that living includes dying. I think. If you don’t live, you can’t die.
If you don’t have freedom, you don’t have responsibility. Responsibility” in the licence is “first aid”.
This is in case of an accident or in case someone needs first aid.
You have to knock up (put to sleep) a doll that is placed in a room of 12 or 3 tatami mats.
The doll is turned upside down and cardiac massage is administered. ‘It would be terrible if my boyfriend’s room was on tatami,’ laments a woman.
‘Surely, you must be the children tied together on the tatami,’ she tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk in her brain.
‘Are you alright?’ and ‘Are you alright?’ to a doll that is not supposed to have a reaction.
The man shouting out loud is ‘not alright’.
Here, the theme song of ‘Moteki’ plays in my brain
My heart’s beating fast
It’s a signal for the journey to begin.