It’s weird. There’s always the same conversation over and over. It’s like I’m talking to this dwarf, and he’s shouting at me because he thinks I’m hard of hearing. I try to apologize, but he just shouts louder.
Once I tried to ask him a question, but he got all snippy about it, and accused me of failing to graduate from sixth grade. After that, I gave up. He was so angry.
Well, I shouldn’t say that. Because the next hour or day or whatever, when I try to talk to myself, he shows up again, and the same thing happens. It’s like deja vu, only worse. Oh, and get this: sometimes he puts in an appearance, just over there, in the corner of my eye. He changes his outfit on occasion. For some reason, he often wears green, like a leprachaun. When he looks ill, I think of him as a leper con, but when he catches me thinking that, all hell breaks loose. Unfortunatley, much as I try not to think it, I’m done for. Not thinking is the same as thinking!
What? Oh, he said to tell you something, but I’m not going to because it’s too mean.