Reflections of Me: I Talk To Myself. Continued
Sometimes I talk to myself. In this phenomena I am not alone, thankfully. Else I might think me mad.
Hmmm. I just might be mad anyway. Fortunately, I am not alone in this, either. Perhaps, better to say, UNfortunately I am not alone in this either. I am also nearing completion of my 75th year. 10 out of 10 Republicans, and 8 out of 10 Democrats, agree: I am too old not to be affected by dementia or Alzheimer's disease. Just ask them, they'll tell you. They're young, and still in the Know-It-All stage of development. Plus, they can neither read nor write nor spell nor use grammar properly. They can do a mean click-post emojis though.
Makes them perfectly capable of running a entire Nation, of course.
Anyway, I recently had this conversation with myself:
Self: What's happening, old dude?
Me: Eh, same old, same old. Hey, who woke you up?
Self: You did. You forget already?
Me: Forget what? And, was it important?
Self: Why you asking me? Weren't you there?
Me: Where? What were we talking about again?
Self: The price of tea in China.
Me: Why do we keep tea in china? Use the cheap cups! If it's in china, it's gonna be expensive!
Self: I give up.
Me: You can't give up if I don't give up!
Self: Fine. You give up first!
Me: I never give up. I gave up giving up.
Self: Isn't that giving up?
Me: Stop bothering me with these stupid questions! I give up!
Self: Too late. Missed your chance.
Me: Damn, story of my life. Okay, where was I?
Self: Right here.
Me: Good. I thought maybe I'd moved and forgot.
Self: What if you forgot first, then moved?
Me: Naw. I'd remember that!
Self: What about this election?
Me: What? Am I running? I can't be ; I'm barely moving!
Self: Well, you said you were, but nobody cared.
Me: Good. That means we are already in good hands with whoever is in charge.
Self: It's whomever, but that's not important.
Me: Then why did you say it?
Self: I didn't. You did.
Me: Fine. Okay, what office am I running for?
Self: President of the United States.
Me: Oh, no. Nope. I may be dumb, but I'm not that dumb. Only a fool would want that job. Or a mentally deranged wannabe dictator.
Self: Handy, that, since one of the people running is just that.
Me: Oh, is Trump running again?
Self: Yep. Either him or Putin. Can't tell them apart. In fact, can't tell them anything.
Me: Fine. I got nothing to tell them. Hell, I got nothing to tell me.
Self: Then, why are we talking?
Me: I don't know. Thought ya wanted to. I'm good.
Self: That's questionable.
Me: Was that a insult?
Self: Do you want it to be?
Me: Not really. Trying to think here, but us talking takes up all my remaining brain space.
Self: Space? I live in here, and it's completely filled with old, dusty file cabinets. There's no space left!
Me: Well, there might be important stuff in there! How I gonna know if you keep yapping?
Self: You telling me to shut up?
Me: Yes!!
Self: Fine. But if you start opening any of these, I'm gonna start sneezing, and you don't want that.
Me: Ah, well, probably a lot of useless crap about algebra and geography and isosceles triangles. Maybe I'll just do a massive brain dump.
Self: Wouldn't be the first time.
And thus that conversation ended. Well, not ended, but I need a nap. Milk & cookies later?
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