So I was at a soiree - a dinner party, of sorts - the other day with some friends who are leaving for Australia next week.
Friend1: You look more alive than usual. So how are things?
Me: Things are okay.
Friend2: How's your pop psychology?
Me: Oh, fine.
Friend1: Do you get angry anymore?
Me: Yes.
Friend2: Then it's not working! What you believe in is WRONG! WRONG! WRONG!
Friend1: Cause, cause, cause, if it is really as how you say it is, then you wouldn't get angry or feel sad. Or, or, or.
Me: Yes?
Friend1: Or... I dunno.
Friend2: Why are you smiling? Don't you have anything to say?
Me: Nope.
Friend2: So you're a fake, that's what you are! A goddamn fake!
Me: ... So when's your flight next week?
Friend1: Wait. Are you going to write this on your blog?
Me: Yes.
Friend1: No!
Me: Why?
Friend1: Because you'll make us look and sound so stupid!
Me: How?
Friend1: By writing what we said!
Me: Will I write anything that you did not say?
Friend2: No lah. But you know...
Me: I know what? That if you read what you've said, you will see what you have actually said?
Friend1: ...
Friend2: ...
Me: SO, when's your flight next week?
