Its way past midnight and my sleep decides to desert me. Left with nothing but a set of tired thoughts, I start hitting the keys. I write lines and then delete them. Another attempt but hit the backspace again and again. At a loss for words, I figure out that I could manage something if I start talking to myself. But my inner self isn't inclined to partner me.
As if one traitor wasn’t enough! Two accomplices joining hands to leave me in misery.
'Fuck you both', I decide. 'The next time you turn back, I won't sleep and I won't speak.'
I think we got a decent set-up here...
Me: Time to listen to some music. How about some Paul Van Dyk?
I start losing into the beat but…
Myself: Are you crazy? Listening to that shit at three in the night? There ain’t no party going on here…
Me: Well, you can assume it starts right now!
Myself: I’m in no mood for jokes.
Me: Well, in that case, let me listen to some serious stuff.
Myself: Don't you have something better to do?
Me: I can dance. Yeah, that would be better. But only if you let me play some fuckin music!
Myself: Stop chewing my brain!
Me: Well, if you've forgotten, let me remind you. It’s my brain too and I can do whatever I want with it!
*sticking out my middle finger @ myself*
Myself: I wish you would start wanting to use it the right way!
Me: Now, of all the people, you are gonna pass a judgment on how I think? You, who's a mere reflection of me? That’s the funniest thing I've heard all day!
Myself: Oh, and you are going to be a critic of my comic abilities. Grow up! Ms. Hilton can do a better stand up act than you!
Me: Gotcha! You fancy her, don’t you? At 3 in the night, it’s Paris on your mind, you horny bastard!
Myself: You calling me horny? As if I don't know what 'comes' to your mind every seven seconds.
Feeling a bit sidelined, our dear little Ms. Sleep decides to quip in: Fuck you two! Stop that argument of yours about who’s hornier and both of you can have me right now!
Guess who the winner here is? Goodnight and sweet dreams!
As if one traitor wasn’t enough! Two accomplices joining hands to leave me in misery.
'Fuck you both', I decide. 'The next time you turn back, I won't sleep and I won't speak.'
I think we got a decent set-up here...
Me: Time to listen to some music. How about some Paul Van Dyk?
I start losing into the beat but…
Myself: Are you crazy? Listening to that shit at three in the night? There ain’t no party going on here…
Me: Well, you can assume it starts right now!
Myself: I’m in no mood for jokes.
Me: Well, in that case, let me listen to some serious stuff.
Myself: Don't you have something better to do?
Me: I can dance. Yeah, that would be better. But only if you let me play some fuckin music!
Myself: Stop chewing my brain!
Me: Well, if you've forgotten, let me remind you. It’s my brain too and I can do whatever I want with it!
*sticking out my middle finger @ myself*
Myself: I wish you would start wanting to use it the right way!
Me: Now, of all the people, you are gonna pass a judgment on how I think? You, who's a mere reflection of me? That’s the funniest thing I've heard all day!
Myself: Oh, and you are going to be a critic of my comic abilities. Grow up! Ms. Hilton can do a better stand up act than you!
Me: Gotcha! You fancy her, don’t you? At 3 in the night, it’s Paris on your mind, you horny bastard!
Myself: You calling me horny? As if I don't know what 'comes' to your mind every seven seconds.
Feeling a bit sidelined, our dear little Ms. Sleep decides to quip in: Fuck you two! Stop that argument of yours about who’s hornier and both of you can have me right now!
Guess who the winner here is? Goodnight and sweet dreams!
1 comment:
I me and myself..n i thought this happens only with me ..:-D
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