Nothing to be Afraid Of
15 July 2018 – Adelaide
I would say that Mr Jelly is the sort of person that is scared of his own shadow, however for some reason the one thing that Hargreaves doesn’t do is have him jump at the sight of his shadow. However, Mr Jelly is still scared of literally everything – he even thinks that the snap, crackle, and pop of his cornflakes (isn’t that supposed to be Rice Bubbles, and isn’t that supposed to be copyrighted – hey, I wouldn’t know the intricacies of Rice Bubbles, or their origin story, even though I do remember the Rice Bubble elves, and their names being Snap, Crackle, and Pop) are guns going off, and he has found himself caught in the middle of an invasion.
Seriously, I’m surprised that Mr Jelly is even able to leave his house because, honestly, people that are that anxious (is it anxiety, or is it phobia of literally everything, or is it just a wild runaway imagination – hey, it could even be payback for a wild time back in the sixties – oh, it was actually written in the seventies so I guess that doesn’t work) generally lock themselves away and order all their supplies to be delivered to their doorsteps. In fact, I suspect that due to their inability to leave their house, they simply have to have all of their treatment providers come to them. Then again, Amazon and Uber-eats and what-not, as well as Dr Google, have basically meant you probably don’t need to leave your house anymore, anyway.
So, I have to commend Mr Jelly for being brave enough to actually go for a walk. However, he finds a tramp asleep in a meadow and that is when we learn that Mr Jelly is actually pretty tiny. Now, as it turns out this tramp is a very nice person, which I have to credit Hargreaves for because that is generally not how tramps are viewed. Actually, they are viewed with suspicion and scorn, and are generally looked down upon as being lazy, dishonest, and basically thieves. Oh, and not to mention the fact that they tend to be homeless also adds to that because, you know what people think, all homeless people are thieves, (and if they aren’t thieves then they are just lazy).
Not only is this tramp kindly, but he is also very helpful in that he gives Mr Jelly some advice on how to deal with his anxiety (or paranoia, or whatever), so maybe the reason he is a tramp is because he studied psychology at university, discovered that he couldn’t get a job as a psychologist, and simply didn’t want any other job (because he is a bit of a job snob, which honestly, is something that a number of people that I know are). Then again, I suspect there is much more to why the tramp is a tramp, and making judgement calls really isn’t my place. However, we cannot discount the fact that he really did end up helping Mr Jelly, and these days, well, he is no longer jumping at the snap, crackle, and pop of his cornflakes.