Conversations can be confusing. Often they go nowhere.
They run down an endless path. You listen to them and wonder . . .
Is This What You Think It Is?
“You can’t be serious? You do realize what you’re saying never happened?”
“I am serious, with every word I utter. And whether or not you want to believe it, it did happen.”
“How can you be so sure? It was fifty-six years ago. We were in our twenties.”
“Some things you never forget. They linger in your mind.”
“But why bring it up now? The past is the past.”
“No, the past is the present. The present wouldn’t exist without it.”
“You think those two will ever have a discussion without arguing.”
“It’s not our problem. So stop thinking about it.”
“But we’re responsible for them. In some ways that is.”
“As long as they don’t kill each other, I don’t care what they do.”
“Guess you’re right. We’ll still get paid.”
“Yeah, man. By the way, what are you doing this weekend?”
“Getting as far away from this asylum as possible.”
“So, what were we talking about?”
“Beats me. Who are you, anyway?”
“I’m me, the guy who knows everything about everything.”
“I don’t think you know anything about anything.”
“I have nothing more to say about the subject.”
“You can’t even finish a sentence—carry on a real conversation.”
“Did you say something?”
“Why do we keep listening to them. They just go around in circles.”
“Yeah, no beginnings or ends—just middles.”
“This nuthouse is driving me crazy. Fifteen years and I’m still here.”
“Twelve years and I’m still here. I can’t believe I’ve put up with this for so long.”
“Hey, look what they’re doing now.”
“Oh, my God!”
“Why are you naked?”
“Who’s naked. I’m just dressed casually.”
“Huh, but this isn’t Friday.”
“Let’s go for a walk.”
“Where?”
“How should I know? Around the corner?”
“All right, but I go first.”
“No, I go first!”
“There they go again. They’re insane—nutty fruitcakes.”
“You can say that again.”
“They’re insane—nutty fruitcakes.”
“I didn’t mean you had to say it again.”
“What just happened? The lights are blinking.”
“Okay guys, back to your rooms. Time for bed.”
“Let's go. Tomorrow’s another day.”
“This loony bin is closed for the night.”
“But . . .?”
“But . . .?”
“But . . .?”
“But . . .?”
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