INTERVIEW WITH MYSELF
PART I
ME: You're getting really sick and you know it... you've lost weight... those "balls" in your back are getting bigger... you haven't told anyone and you refuse to go to the oncologist... no wonder your back hurts
MYSELF: My pain is not physical but spiritual
ME: Why are you so angry?
MYSELF:
Difficult to say... I've been angry for so long that you sort of don't know why you are angry anymore... but the anger remains and the littlest thing sets it off.. I don't you if you can understand that... I only know that I've been too angry for too long and I don't want to be like that anymore... but don't know what to do... I just want everybody to be as happy as possible...
ME: How noble!
MYSELF: Far from it.. if there is something I'm not it's noble... let me tell you a story... I wanted to do something really special for a girl I was madly in love with... I found out that her favorite singer was coming to Costa Rica in September... and ordered tickets on-line... I had planned to tell her a day before the concert... a big surprise... and those were goood tickets... not only they were out in front, but also, since I had ordered them through the official website, they had a backstage pass, so she could go get her picture with the guy and get an autograph... the plan was for her to "discover" how wonderful I could be... had everything planned... after the concert I was going to take her somewhere romantic... there, we would kiss... and take it from there...
ME: Cool!!! What happened?
MYSELF: Well, the artist moved the concert to November... I don't know why... guess his last album didn't come out in time or something... so I had to re-order the tickets for the new concert date... but in the meantime she met somebody else... so I never did re-order the tickets...
ME: mmmm... so?
MYSELF: Well, the noble thing would have been to get the tickets and still give them to her so she can go with somebody else... after all, they were already paid and everything... but I didn't... I'm not that noble...
ME: So you lost money there?
MYSELF: Well, yeah... whatever... it doesn't really matter... I guess it's because I have done stuff like that that I'm in deep financial shit now... I still have the original ticket stubs somewhere... I kept them as a souvenir... Aren't I pathetic?
ME: What do you think she would say if she knew?
MYSELF: Don't know... probably she wouldn't care now... but she'll never know, so it doesn't really matter.
ME: What do you really want?
MYSELF: I guess what everybody wants... to be pampered, to be spoiled, to be babied, to be hugged, to be kissed, to be sexed up... to feel important, loved, cared for, wanted... selfish, I know... but I'm human after all.
