Dalia:.....
Ryan:....
Lina:...
Jessica:...
Ron:....
Emma:.....
Chris:.....
Reader:
TV: Ehhhhh... Do you want to cut your hair, but are afraid to do it yourself?... It's fine, we brought to you, the barber...
Ryan: Close the TV, Ron..... The remote is next to you.... And let's have a moment of silence...
Dalia: .... Di... Ya... Cut..... Your connection with..... ah.. Haha... A nod is fine.....
Excuse me, reader, come with me....
I think this place is fine.... I have something in my bag, I think... Thank God, I didn't forget.... A blanket and a pillow... I am so tired... I don't know if you need to sleep or not, but can you please... Stay with me until I sleep.....
You know, it's funny. People want to be left alone, not because they like being alone, but sometimes it's easier. I mean... Look at us... We were making a plan to save someone from himself, because it's easier to save someone else... Everyone will be far from each other so we don't argue together, agreeing on a signal so we could talk one by one... And still, we crashed it, and started shouting like mindless creatures..... We forgot the reason of.....
Say, reader.....
what are we...
We were far from each other..... And then, when we lost it, we all ran to the TV to see what was going on... Then sat in the same place we were seated in before all of this happened.....
What are we, reader....
We just couldn't talk to each other..... So I left to rest far away..... And look at them... Emma and Ryan stood up and took a wall to comfort themselves... Lina as well has her own wall to comfort her..... Chris has her own as well.... Ron and Tommy are still at the table...
As you can see, reader, Lina or Chris are craving company right now. They need someone to share their silence with..... But they wouldn't dare to do that....
What are we.... Reader,
are we cowards living until we realize there are people more afraid than us, so we use them to prove we have never been afraid before.
And to forget our weaknesses,
We leech on someone else's weakness, so no one can see our flaws...
We....
... Aren't human...
..... ..We are parasites.....
Everything we touch dies.... We live on someone else's success... And if we don't find someone to leech on... We leech on ourselves, our dreams, our thoughts..... If we touch things and they still lives in, we would start killing ourselves instead...
Until we die....
...Huaaahh…
... yaaawn....…
....zzzzzzZzzzz…"
....
Ron:
Psst…..... hey, Reader, come sit with us. You can't sleep right now, right?
Tommy: Yeah, we can't either. Come join.
Ron: Here, sit down, Reader.
Tommy: Look at them… I swear, people look more peaceful when they're asleep. Like they turn into angels.
Ron: That reminds me of a saying… sleeping for boycott is an act of worship.
Tommy: It's the only time no one can hurt anyone.
Ron:…Tommy, do me a favor. Your jokes… a lot of people don't get them. They don't know you.
Tommy: I didn't choose it, man. It just…
happened.
Ron: What do you mean?
Tommy:
I mean… there was a time in my life when I really didn't give a damn about anything. I just started being too honest. But people laughed at the stuff I said. So it stuck.
Ron: So they'd say, "Nice to meet you," and you'd be like, "I don't feel the same way." And they'd laugh?
Tommy: More like… "How you doing?" and I'd go, "Doing fine until I saw you." Or "Nice to meet you," and I'd say, "Wish I could say the same."
Ron: Ha! So you built a whole character out of it.
Tommy: I don't even know. At first, I was just rude. But because I was rude to people who already knew me—or my brother, or my family—they laughed, even if it was fake. I didn't even mean it in a funny way at first. But somehow the universe twisted it that way. And I got good at it. I'd say dumb stuff, and people laughed. Then that version of me—this "character"—just started living inside me. Sometimes it pops out on its own. I catch myself thinking, "Why am I even saying this?" But it became bigger than me. It's the person everyone expects: loud, social, funny.
But when I meet new people? They see the real me—boring, quiet, kinda isolated. Then the moment someone recognizes me, boom—the other personality takes over. I don't even know how both can exist together.
Ron: That's normal. A lot of people are walking contradictions.
Tommy: Yeah, I know. We know. But here's the thing—I told you about those two sides. Sometimes I think neither of them is really me. Maybe both were forced on me—because of how I was raised, or being alone too much. And sometimes… the two sides even judge each other. Like, if I'm being funny, the quiet side is there in my head, telling me, "You're talking too much, shut up before someone tells you to." And if I'm quiet, then the other side is like, "Say something, don't just sit here."
Sometimes I literally open my mouth to speak, but close it again and choke on my own thoughts. Makes me wonder if my brain's trying to break me into insanity.
Ron: So… which one are you?
Tommy: I don't know. Maybe both. Maybe neither. Some days I can't talk at all, some days I can. Some days I feel like I can't do anything, and then out of nowhere, I just… do it. So I tell myself, "When the time comes, I'll be able to do it." I don't plan out how to greet someone—I just greet them. Everything else should work the same.
Ron: Does that help?
Tommy: Sometimes.
Ron: You say "sometimes" a lot.
Tommy: Haha… sometimes. Anyway,
thanks for listening. I think I'll try to sleep like all of them...You should too...try be an angel you devil.
Ron: Yeah, yeah, I will....
...
Guess it's just me and you now,
Reader.
Sorry, but I'll let you sleep...We'll talk again.....soon.