"I had to hit him" - he was starting to make sense.

In a world that is constantly evolving, where change is the only constant, an incident occurred that left an indelible mark on those involved. It began as a seemingly ordinary day when a man, known by many but referred to as "him" in this particular story, started to make sense of things around him. His actions were perceived as odd or out of place at first, but his words gradually started to make sense to those who paid close attention.

The enigma that was "him" had been a part of the community for quite some time now and was always known for his unpredictable behavior. There was no specific pattern one could follow to anticipate what he would do next, which added to the intrigue surrounding him. But as the days went by, it became evident that there were hidden depths to "him" that many were yet to explore or understand fully.

However, this newfound ability of his to make sense of situations and express himself in a coherent manner was not received well by everyone. Some saw it as a threat, while others found comfort in the stability it brought to their relationship with him. The man at the center of this story, who we will refer to as "I," decided that enough was enough, and he had to take action to protect himself from potential harm.

The decision to hit "him" came after a series of events where his words seemed more insightful than ever before, causing concern among those around him. I tried to reason with him, trying to understand the changes in his behavior that led to this point. But as the days progressed, and his ability to make sense only grew stronger, so did my unease.

The day I decided to confront "him" was a cloudy one, filled with uncertainty and tension. My friends and family had urged me not to take any action against him, fearing retaliation or the potential loss of the unique insight he provided. But as the clock struck noon, I knew I couldn't let my apprehensions dictate my actions. I had to protect myself and those around me from the enigma that was "him."

As we sat in the dimly lit room, I gathered all my courage, took a deep breath, and uttered the words that would forever change our relationship: "I had to hit him - he was starting to make sense." With that, I swung my arm, making contact with his face. The echo of the impact reverberated throughout the room, the sound a stark reminder of the gravity of my actions.

The days following the confrontation were filled with confusion and uncertainty. People in the community were divided over what had transpired, some supporting me for standing up against a seemingly dangerous individual while others condemning my decision as an act of cowardice. Friends and family members distanced themselves from me, unsure how to react to the situation I had created.

But amidst the chaos, "him" remained a constant presence in my life. Despite my actions, he continued to make sense of things around us, his insightful words leaving an indelible mark on our shared reality. It was as if the universe itself had conspired to keep him in my life, bound by some unseen force that neither I nor anyone else could understand or break free from.

In the end, all I can do is learn to navigate this new world order that has been shaped by my decision, hopeful that one day we will find a way back to the simpler times when "him" was an enigma shrouded in uncertainty and not the embodiment of rationality and sense.