The page of a magazine.
Staring up at me.
Pulled off the shelf and added to my less than 10 items
On a whim.
The questions go on and on,
Seemingly light-hearted
At first.
The pen checking off the right options with ease.
Yes, no, maybe when I'm dead, abso-friggin-lutely.
Then it stops. Stumped.
Stuck on question #9.
"Would you be friends with yourself?"
Huh.
Contemplation. The deep kind. Introspection.
I meet myself. We click. Of course.
"So far so good," I say to myself.
Not myself. To me.
Time goes by. Things are going well, but something is starting to feel...
Off.
Then myself starts pulling some straight up, uncool, high school
Bullshit.
Guilt trips; backwards comments; DRAMA.
Snapping back to the magazine page,
The pen hastily checks off,
"No."
1 comment:
This one reminds me of a quote by Jean Paul Sartre- "If you are lonely when alone, you are in bad company." An interesting question though, I would like to think I would be friends with myself but I would rather not think about it too much or even at all...
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