“People like to fall for their own tricks.”
Life is a one-liner.
No it’s not!
Well it’s not now. Why’d you have to ruin my one-liner? I had a perfectly fine one-liner until you came in with your stupid line. It’s not like we can just take it back. We’re stuck with it.
Well you don’t have to pretend like it doesn’t exist. Without that second line you would have never been able to make that third line. Maybe we ARE stuck in this together, but it wouldn’t kill you to see the good in it.
…Oh, what a mess. look at all these lines. What are we going to do?
We’re going to deal with it.
Can’t we quit without saving, or ctrl+alt+del?
Could you be able to sleep at night?
No… probably not.
I could… I’m scared.
If it’s really what you want then, then I’ll do whatever makes it easier for you. I don’t get much sleep anyways.
I’m going to miss you.
You don’t have to.
I want to.
A lady in a wheelchair asked me “are you using this chair?” A part of me wanted to say, “don’t you already have a seat?” But the bigger part of me just stammered and shook my head; more so in confusion than in reply. She towed the wooden chair across the tile floor of the coffee shop, turning heads and whatnot, and then plopped it in front of a cushy armchair in the corner. She neither sat in the wooden chair, nor the cushy armchair. She was waiting for a friend, which cleared up my confusion about someone chair-bound asking for a chair, but when her friend came, she sat in the cushy armchair and the wooden chair just stood there, staring at them. After a few minutes the woman in the cushy armchair set her purse down on the wooden chair. I was still confused as to why the chair had been brought over, but at least it had a purpose, so I got back to work.