A Conversation

He said, “Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves,
and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.”
“The little prince,” I said.
“OMG,” he said.
“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune,
must be in want of a wife”
I laughed. Then said, “Pride and prejudice…”
“OMG. This is god-like,” he said.
“Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them?
Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment”
“I don’t know,” I said.
He said, “LOTR: The Fellowship of the Ring.”
Then he laughed.
“I see. Can you guess who said this?” I asked. “Being in love is such a terrible mental ailment,”
Then he asked, “Who was the idiot who said that?”
“Take a guess…” I taunted.
“I don’t know,” he said. “But I feel that whoever considers falling in love an ailment is a fool.”
I laughed.
“If you think so – I will respect your opinion.”
“I didn’t say that, did I?”
I smiled. “Actually, you SMS that.”
“Ok. I officially feel stupid,” he said. “I was a different person before.”
“Perhaps,” I said. “But love doesn’t have to be so complicated. It does not need to be so.”
“Regardless,” he said. “I still feel stupid.”
“Its ok, we all need to feel stupid sometimes,” I smiled.
“If we need this shit then why do I feel so bad,” he said. “I hate being stupid.”
I rolled my eyes to the heavens.
“If you hate it so much, then you can choose not to feel stupid… like duh!” I said impatiently.
“It’s a natural reaction. I repeat,” he paused. “Natural.”
“I guess you are right. I can say, “People can choose not to feel/do this…”” I mumbled.
“But saying is easier than actually doing it.” I sighed.
“People are people,” he shrugged.
“I was just experiencing a sudden, involuntary shift in my state of mind boss.
Sorry for being human.”
Is that sarcasm, I detect? I asked myself.
“Are you irate?” I asked him.
“I chose not to be irate,” he chuckled.
I sighed.
“I better not talk to you,” I said. “We seem to always end up in a disagreement.”
“Why is that? Opposites attract, right?” he asked.
“I don’t believe in that,” I said, exasperated now. “I need more than attraction.”
Then he said. “Force I say it is by force that I shall impose my will on you.
I shall rule ze world,” he quoted.
Then laughed.
“Hmm,” I said, meaning to sound bored.
“You’re not intimidated?” he asked.
“Not at all,” I said. “Am I supposed to be intimidated….?” I asked.
“And anyway,” I paused. “It takes more than words to intimidate me,” I smiled.
“Are you trying to ridicule me?” he asked then made a growling sound. “Gggrrrrrr...”
“Not at all,” I repeated. “But if you want to feel ridiculed then who am I to oppose that?”
“You seem to sound so right, Master,” he mocked.
“Hmm…” I muttered.
“Will you stop that,” he said. I don’t know if it is out of impatience…
I laughed.
“I don’t care if you laugh at me,” he said.
Silence.
“What do you care about?” I asked. He typed, “u.”
“What?” I asked again.
“U,” he retyped.
I typed in,” Is that “u” similar to “you”?
Like:
Me: What do you care about?
You: u.
Me: What?
You: u.”
He said nothing to this but just typed:
“U.”
I laughed.
“Ah… maybe the only key you can press on is the letter u….” I teased.
“Now I finally understand,” I smiled.
Then he said.
“Funny. Very funny. I pissed on my pants because of that”
I only laughed out louder this time.
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