Posts tagged truth

Posted 1 year ago

Dinner

1: Sorry. 

2: Ok look. Tell me what you see over there.

1: What?

2: Right there.

1: Are you serious?

2: Yes, what do you see there?

1: Look, im sorry, do we have to do this right now?

2: Its important. Please!

F: I mean.. fine, a chair. I see a chair.

M: What about that chair?

F: Really?

M: Humor me. Please.

F: Alright.. Alright. I see a chair. Its part of a set, at a table. The table is neat and organized and… its ready to have customers sitting at it.

M: Anything else? What about the other settings?

Female: Other settings? That table looks the same. Only different. Both settings are neat and organized but one is slightly crooked. They both have the same amount of utensils and salts, sugars, and peppers and they are organized in the same fashion. Almost a mirror image if not for the slight differences in angles of the place settings.

Male: You notice all that? All those little differences and similarities? Those slight wrinkles in their existence? 

Female: Yes, i notice and i scrutinize. I am a woman, i have opinions, ideals, and views. Is that so hard to believe?

Male: All people have those, why is it that yours are right? What sets you apart?

Jane: My senses and my identity. I am who i am because of my ideals and my opinions. They don’t have to be right to define me.

Matt: And you don’t think your losing your grip on your identity? Scrutinizing little details like that? Why cant the bigger picture work? Why cant it make sense?

Jane: Because its been done. The bigger picture is just a repetition. Its not original. You need the different details. You need to have the Change.

Matt: I think your scared. You don’t know what you want. Your like a little kid that just got praise from an adult for going potty the right way. High on life and energy and you don’t have the damnest clue what to make of all of this.

Jane: You know what i really see? I see two chairs at a table. They are separate, away from each other. Not together. Different. Alone. Like us.

Jane stands up and walks out. They are both now like the chairs. Matt and Jane different yet the same, once together, now alone.