A: Can you help me out? My brain has been leaking into my heart. I recently started
a daily journal but it made me depressed, I couldn't keep reporting every mundane day of 'Woke up late, went to work, watched
tv, couldn't fall asleep.' Now, I really want to put these feelings down somewhere, but if I do, I'm totally going to
lose the narrative of the diary. I need some sort of enlightment here!
B: Drink a cup of tea.
A: Can't you see? My life is too conscious of itself! If I was a baseball player,
every pitch I would throw would paint the inside corner of the plate so it could metaphorically symbolize my life and alienation!
B: I can not describe the buoyant feeling I have when I lay down on my
bed with a mug of tea on my chest. I just close my eyes and breathe.
A: Hmm. I do wish people would put their hand on their heart more. OMG! So the
decreasing amount of liquid in the mug coming from your heart is like a symbol for the decreasing amount of stress in your
life?!
B: Possibly. Let me tell you, I was in the bathroom this morning, and about
to use some hand soap. When I hit the small finger pump, the liquid shot up right into my eye of all places. It was the lotion's
way of reminding me that nothing that happens has to be rational.
A: I love getting in those impossible situations! I once was playing with my
little nehpew, making cartoon-ish voices, and then all of the sudden, during a high-pitched psuedo-cry, my voice broke into
two distinct notes that harmonized with each other. Everyone around was caught off-guard.
B: Ah, life.
