Conversation 2
..::BAR::..
Me: Hey...
Guy: How you doin man?
Me: I'm alright I guess. Just sort of broke up with what may or may not have been a girlfriend, ate some food, then had a dream about some stuff, talked to this girl, and now I'm here.
Guy: Right...I read your blog the other day, **** sent me the link.
Me: Oh no shit...what did you think?
Guy: I think you are about one step away from slicing your ear off.
Me: Nice Good Will Hunting quote...or do you really like Van Gogh...or both? Anyway...self-mutilation is an affirming experience. I mean look at tattoos. Whose to say losing an ear isn't the same as getting pierced? I mean you lose some functionality but mainly...it's the same.
Guy: Right...don't be cute. Sit down.
..::SIT::..
Me: Okey dokey...
Guy: Do you know why you hate so many things?
Me: Oh fuck. Come on man. I beat myself up enough. I don't need to be psychoanalyzed by "4 beers deep, smarter than me" guy.
Guy: You hate yourself more than any of those things. And it's your way of making your environment balanced. You hate everything just like you hate yourself and then everything evens out and you can just walk through in a big ball of hate.
..::PAUSE::..
Me: That's not bad. But to be honest...fuck you.
Guy: See.
Me: See what...me saying fuck you doesn't have anything to do with your theory dipshit. And I don't hate everything. I like ducks.
Guy: You hate you though
Me: What did you want to be when you grew up?
Guy: What? Umm...a scientist.
Me: How did that work out? Oh....right....it didn't
Guy:...
Me: I wanted to be my dad. But...you see...the idea of a scientist never really changes. White coats, pencils, equations on the wall, beakers...all that shit. That image is all still there today. But my Dad became nothing. He regressed to nothing.
Guy: I see.
Me: I see...that you suck.
