Crazy for Me (心がポキッとね)

Okay, let's take one last deep breath.

Now gently open your eyes.

It's all right.

Yes. It's another day, and you're still okay.

Morning.

Good morning.

Good morning!

Good morning.

Good morning!

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Are you okay, Haruta-san?

You looked like you were really suffering.

The company president asked me to make sure...

...you have an environment that's easy to work in.

You want some coffee? Of course you do!

No...

But you like coffee, right, Haruta-san?

Am I not making a friendly atmosphere where you can ask me anything?

What am I missing?

Am I making you feel alone?

I knew it! You're lonely all by yourself in here.

I'll open the door!

No, no, no.

Just wait a minute.

I'll get you some delicious coffee.

Please drink it and feel better.

Good morning.

Good morning...

Huh? I didn't know we were running this low on filters.

Are we?

Haruta-san doesn't look so good.

Something's different.

Really? He seems totally normal to me.

That's because you don't pay attention to people.

Sorry.

You really love thinking about miserable people, don't you?

He just seems so drained and miserable lately!

Has he ever seemed otherwise?

You've got that.

That's not true.

When he was going home a while back,

he stopped and looked at something with a very serious expression.

He went home, but then he came back and kept staring at something...

Are you stalking him?

Are you? Huh?

It's pretty suspicious, isn't it?

We don't know what his past is.

We don't know what he did before he came here.

He may be a criminal.

The boss always takes in the weirdest people.

Don't say that he "took him in" like he was a stray dog.

Somebody has to watch out for him.

And the boss asked me to, after all.

You always used to love going to the teacher's office, didn't you?

Yes, I loved it. Why?

Here you go, Haruta-san.

Thanks.

It's okay!

If something is bothering you, just go ahead and tell me.

Don't keep it bottled up inside you.

Do you understand, Haruta-san?

I'm fine, really.

Even if you break it, you can fix it and start over.

Right, Haruta-san?

It's okay.

Yes.

If it breaks, you can just fix it, huh?

Why did this have to happen to me?

Goddamn landlord...

He seriously pisses me off. I hope he dies.

Hayama Miyako-sama We have taken your furniture for failure to pay rent.

Out of order

Excuse me!

Thank you.

I'm late. Sorry.

Um, Hayama-san...

I don't think you need to get changed today.

Why not?

Oh, I don't know...

Am I fired?

Did somebody say something about me?

We're a customer service business,

so we can't cause trouble for people―

Um, are you listening?

There you are!

Don't run!

He got away again! Damn it!

Wait, Hayama-san! Don't kick the trash!

Why did this have to happen to me?!

People are staring!

Um, it's been a pleasure to work with you.

Good work today.

You, too.

Haruta-san!

I think you know this,

but I'm always on your side, okay?

Yes. Thank you.

Good work today!

I want to be alone.

I want to be alone.

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Um, I don't know what to say.

I'm supposed to talk, right?

I haven't really talked to anybody for the last few years,

so I may not be very good at it.

It's not like I never talked at all.

Ever since I was a kid,

people would always tell me that I must've been born mouth first, right?

Nobody's born mouth first!

Was I born...

Was I born like this?

Am I supposed to be a carp?

Am I supposed to be one of the carp in Inokashira Park?

You know?

I'm sorry.

Um...

Hello.

My name is Kojima Haruta. I'm forty years old.

I'm supposed to start off by telling you what kind of person I am, right?

Divorced once. Single.

Um...

Right now, I work at a furniture store.

I, um, I used to be a salaryman.

Not for a first-rate company... Nor a second-rate one, for that manner.

We made building materials.

It was kind of a big place.

And I did sales.

Well,

you know...

This is going to sound like bragging,

but I was a pretty capable guy.

I was always number one in sales.

If you ask me, part of it was that I could do the job,

but to be honest, I never understood why the other people couldn't do it.

Do you understand?

And so I was a much better worker than everybody...

But I don't know why...

It just seems so stupid.

The nail that sticks up gets hammered down?

I never held back telling my boss,

or my boss's boss, what I thought.

Maybe they didn't like me.

They gave me this insane amount of work.

It's like, "Why are you trying to crush your best worker?"

Anyway, they gave me more work and larger quotas than were humanly possible.

But even so, I did my best.

I've got guts, you see. Guts.

I wasn't going to let those moron bosses beat me.

And so...

We're going to put more energy into our advertisements!

Wake up!

An increase of 13%!

Please, come to our company!

The commercial will have a white swan...

I want to be like you, boss!

We'll use a...

Do you understand?

Why can't you do it?!

I snapped.

It crushed me.

Hey, hey! This paperwork is full of errors!

It was awful.

We're sorry!

At work and at home.

Oh, by home, I mean...

It was it just me and my wife. No kids.

She was a little older than me. A good wife.

Yes, was. We divorced.

It was my fault. 100% my fault.

I was out of control at home, too.

I was just a mess.

I was just so angry at the whole human race, I couldn't help it!

Especially my wife.

I would say to my wife,

"How can you be slacking off when I'm suffering like this?"

I can't believe I said that.

It wasn't even true.

I was convinced my wife had another man.

And so we divorced.

Excuse me!

And I lost my job, too.

Horrible, isn't it?

It was just awful.

I hurt her deeply.

I ruined her life.

I made her miserable.

I think she went home to her parents,

but I don't know what she did after that.

I'm afraid to know.

When she left me,

it felt like she was a broken women.

I hope she's happy.

I don't even have the right to say that, do I?

But you know...

I was in love with her!

I loved her.

We got along well.