831 & CU (A Conversation)
“I wish to read so much that the person talking to me would feel stupid if he ever questions my sagacity.”
“Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte?”
“Been there.”
“Call of the Wild by Jack London?”
“Done that.”
“Whoosh! There are a few books that have altered my way of thinking, or should I say they have somewhat given validation to my absurd behaviour and taught me the art of fitting in and still acting incongruent to my environs.”
“Environs or surroundings?”
“Ahan! That’s what I like!”
“You know these words and books don’t shape anything. We are just looking for a commentary so we could replicate it in some public domain and make this casuistry an inseparable part of our artsy personality. Though I like it when people discuss this stupid literary stuff with me.”
“Why do you think I spam the group chats with all this nonsensical stuff. The purpose is to do so much of everything that eventually, everything loses its meaning, so you can enjoy it without fearing judgement from your peers. I do that all the time.”
“Woah! What does it mean!”
“No one knows what it means, but it’s provocative. Gets the people going!”
“A pack of good pals in Paris?”
“Hahaha”
“Still, I believe there must be some moments where your utmost devotion and sentimentality might have outweighed this non-serious disposition which you deliberately put to get a few laughs.”
“Well, excuse me! I don’t do this to get a few laughs. It’s just that I haven’t erected any barrier, unlike other people who are most likely to be on their tiptoes to glimpse all the mischiefs on the other side of the wall but won’t dare jump over it. And that wall isn’t even that tall.”
“Yeah, I totally get it! I smashed that wall a long time ago. Had an injury — but the new tissues feel pretty tough, and my energy levels usually tire my mates.”
“I understand that thing. People do get tired, and it isn’t their fault. So, I ensure I’m there for the people until I receive an unwelcoming glance. And precisely what I’m looking for — a listener to this gibberish…that many disinterestedly sign up for — and why should they; would they ever feel good that I include them as one of my conquests. I don’t know. Why do I do certain things that might be weird in their eyes? I don’t know. I would like to talk about it, but I end up talking about everything in this world.”
“Either we share and die, or we keep it safe and let it kill us.”
“Death is something we shouldn’t discuss on occasions of birthdays, they say!”
“Who’s going to change the name of the WhatsApp Groups? Should I?”
“Woah! Nice Joke.”
