I love you, but...

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23 June 2008

Dialogue Exercise.

Inspired by Ernest Hemingway's "Hills Like White Elephants," create a dialogue between two people, but don't say what the problem is.
(An elipsis indicates that the person is still talking. Think of the elipsis as a pause in one's thoughts.)


What do you think would happen?
I need more wine.
Stop.
I do need more wine. This glass is empty!
Will you concentrate for just a few minutes?
…I know this is difficult-
More wine please!
Don’t interrupt me! I could be doing something else!
Sorry.
…I – I just feel like – Ugh!
Take your time.
I feel I should do this, but everyone else tells me to do that.
…I want to do this. I know I do, but I want what’s best for everyone.
What did he say when he found out?
…It wasn’t good, was it?
No.
Do you need more wine?
Yes, it’ll help me think.
Whatever works for you.
I don’t see it as such a big deal that everyone says it is!
…It’s not my fault I feel this way! I have needs and those needs aren’t met with them!
I think you’ve had enough wine.
…What do you see in ten years?
I don’t see that far! I can only think of yesterday the day before, the day before that.
…Nothing good is going to come out of anything.
You worry too much. You put too much on your plate.
My plate is just fine. I just have to clean it up a little bit
…The broccoli can’t touch the mash potatoes! The gravy is just going everywhere so I really can’t just put anything else there.
You’re not making any sense.
I make sense to me.
I think you’ve had too much wine. Let’s go for a walk.
It’s nice outside. I love the way the air flows through my hair.
You like it, huh?
Yeah.
Do you want to feel like this from now on?
Who doesn’t? Heh, those kids are kicking a ball!
…Don’t you wish times were simpler? Like when you were young. Things were just so carefree and just free.
…Growing up sucks.
No it doesn’t. You have to take responsibility when you grow up and fend for yourself.
…The joy of being an adult is that you have a set schedule that you can follow.
I didn’t schedule this. I didn’t even make an appointment.
However, with being an adult comes responsibility. You have to be man enough and mature enough to deal with any situation.
Do you think I’m mature?
No.
Thanks.
Do you see what I’m talking about? When you’re a kid, you can play with little kid things. When you’re an adult, you can play with adult things.
Like thongs.
You know what I mean!
Haha! You’re blushing!
You’re one to talk. You’re blushing away from this problem. Eventually that flushed feeling will go away. What will you do then?
I’ll just run away.
I won’t let you run away. You know I’m here for you.
I know.
…Can you promise me something?
Anything.
No matter what happens, can I stay at your place? I-I really don’t know what’s going to happen.
You’re going to go through with it?
I don’t want to. Either way, I feel like I’m ripping my heart out.
You’re too dramatic. What’s with this “ripped heart” thing?
My feelings. Whatever.
…You’re too nice to me.
You know I hate to repeat myself. I’m here for you, no matter what!
I know.
…What do you think he’ll do?
You asking me? Sheesh, hell I don’t know! Run away?
Hahahaha!
…Running runs in the family, it seems.
…I’ve been thinking.
What?
Maybe it’s not as bad as I’m thinking.
Hello? Is anyone home? You’re so dramatic about everything.
Maybe it’s not so bad.
Aha! You’re thinking positive now.
Maybe he won’t even care. Maybe he’ll just kick me out. I’ve got my best friend here to help me.
I’m not going to completely support you! You have to start doing things on your own. Grab life by the horns and wrangle it down.
What?
You know what I mean.
No, I don’t. Horns?
Never mind. You’re drunk.
I’m not drunk!
Careful! I’d be surprised if you made it back to your house.
I want to go home.
What?
I’ll go through with it.
What? Really?
…Are you feeling confident?
Nope.
We’ll get ya some wine beforehand, huh?
No no. No wine. I’ve made up my mind.
…I’m going to do it.

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