troubles melt like lemon drops
Here is a conversation. (I rarely have these anymore.) It may be fake and it may be between myself and myself but BY MY HEEL,
Me: Why, hello darling. How are you, and what did you do today? I shant leave until you tell me! Please, divulge me!
Me: Darling, I've just been waiting for you. Nothing else could possibly occupy my thoughts, much less motivate me to move from this bed. You are my one and only reason to live!
Me: Oh, darling, you're so much more than a crazy person could ever ask for. I don't believe anyone has ever had a greater second personality than you! I swear, we shall grow old together and become crazy cat ladies. In fact, that is how we'll leave this world. We'll become so weak that our legs cannot possibly move their old, arthritis-ridden joints to feed the poor felines, and as a gruesome result, they shall eat us up from head to toe! Although I daresay it wouldn't be a very pleasant death... but we would be together, and that's all that counts, right?
Me: How imaginative you are, darling. However, I sense your predictions aren't so far off. One thing is for sure - I'll always be right by your side.
Me: My darling Me, of course. Always and forever!
The level of schizophrenia you just witnessed has surpassed anything I could have possibly hoped to do in life. Fare thee well, cruel world!
I want some fucking beef jerky.
Me: Why, hello darling. How are you, and what did you do today? I shant leave until you tell me! Please, divulge me!
Me: Darling, I've just been waiting for you. Nothing else could possibly occupy my thoughts, much less motivate me to move from this bed. You are my one and only reason to live!
Me: Oh, darling, you're so much more than a crazy person could ever ask for. I don't believe anyone has ever had a greater second personality than you! I swear, we shall grow old together and become crazy cat ladies. In fact, that is how we'll leave this world. We'll become so weak that our legs cannot possibly move their old, arthritis-ridden joints to feed the poor felines, and as a gruesome result, they shall eat us up from head to toe! Although I daresay it wouldn't be a very pleasant death... but we would be together, and that's all that counts, right?
Me: How imaginative you are, darling. However, I sense your predictions aren't so far off. One thing is for sure - I'll always be right by your side.
Me: My darling Me, of course. Always and forever!
The level of schizophrenia you just witnessed has surpassed anything I could have possibly hoped to do in life. Fare thee well, cruel world!
I want some fucking beef jerky.