Who are you really?
I'm you.
Me?
Yes, well...it's a lot more complicated than that. But for all intents and purposes, I am you.
Bullshit. I call shenanigans.
On yourself? Wow, aren't we the bright one today.
Shut it. So if you're me, why are you here?
Checkup...
Checkup? On what?
You. Me. Us. We. This whole situation you've got going on. You know: life etcetera.
Not quite. Is something the matter?
We haven't been ourselves lately.
How so? I'm never not me. Goddamnit this just sounds senile! Why the fuck am I talking to you...you claim to be me, but only I am me, and NOW I'm supposedly telling MYself that I'm not being "me" lately? No...no no no. We're done.
What's her name?
What...?
Her name, sir, what is her name?
Whose?
Be honest with ourselves: we haven't been on the chase in a long time now...and suddenly we're running at 4 a.m. until we vomit, changing our grooming habits and trying to turn around a potentially life-altering situation. Why?
Because I need to take control of my...
...WRONG! You and I both know you spent 90% of your life operating on passion...pure and unadulterated passion. Those things which drive your emotions are fueled by a catalyst of your heart...not your mind. Fuck controlling your life...what's her name!?
I...I can't tell you.
Why not? I'm bound to find out eventually.
Because it's a lost cause. I've decided already that the best course of action is none at all.
Does she know?
...
So that's why. She has no clue. Which means she's...
NO. Please don't say it. For...our sake, I guess. I decided nobody needs to know because It's a fruitless endeavor. I'll let it drive me as long as it can, and continue to make me into a better version of myself...but if they knew, if she knew and if I came to accept it as truth...
...then when it ends, it could shatter us.
Exactly.
I'll tell you what Hardluck...it doesn't get any easier. Trust me.
Ha. Very funny.
How's the book coming along?
I got writers block at chapter six...same tune with all my stories, just a different verse. Maybe she'll help me finish it?
Couldn't hurt. Just, be careful. If it is who I think it is, then you don't want to screw up...we don't want to screw up. She's going to be important very soon. To us and to many others.
Go figure. So what's my next move?
You said it kid: none at all.
...heh. I always was an asshole. Get the fuck outta here...I'm bored and tired of your laments.
Me?
Yes, well...it's a lot more complicated than that. But for all intents and purposes, I am you.
Bullshit. I call shenanigans.
On yourself? Wow, aren't we the bright one today.
Shut it. So if you're me, why are you here?
Checkup...
Checkup? On what?
You. Me. Us. We. This whole situation you've got going on. You know: life etcetera.
Not quite. Is something the matter?
We haven't been ourselves lately.
How so? I'm never not me. Goddamnit this just sounds senile! Why the fuck am I talking to you...you claim to be me, but only I am me, and NOW I'm supposedly telling MYself that I'm not being "me" lately? No...no no no. We're done.
What's her name?
What...?
Her name, sir, what is her name?
Whose?
Be honest with ourselves: we haven't been on the chase in a long time now...and suddenly we're running at 4 a.m. until we vomit, changing our grooming habits and trying to turn around a potentially life-altering situation. Why?
Because I need to take control of my...
...WRONG! You and I both know you spent 90% of your life operating on passion...pure and unadulterated passion. Those things which drive your emotions are fueled by a catalyst of your heart...not your mind. Fuck controlling your life...what's her name!?
I...I can't tell you.
Why not? I'm bound to find out eventually.
Because it's a lost cause. I've decided already that the best course of action is none at all.
Does she know?
...
So that's why. She has no clue. Which means she's...
NO. Please don't say it. For...our sake, I guess. I decided nobody needs to know because It's a fruitless endeavor. I'll let it drive me as long as it can, and continue to make me into a better version of myself...but if they knew, if she knew and if I came to accept it as truth...
...then when it ends, it could shatter us.
Exactly.
I'll tell you what Hardluck...it doesn't get any easier. Trust me.
Ha. Very funny.
How's the book coming along?
I got writers block at chapter six...same tune with all my stories, just a different verse. Maybe she'll help me finish it?
Couldn't hurt. Just, be careful. If it is who I think it is, then you don't want to screw up...we don't want to screw up. She's going to be important very soon. To us and to many others.
Go figure. So what's my next move?
You said it kid: none at all.
...heh. I always was an asshole. Get the fuck outta here...I'm bored and tired of your laments.