A conversation between Me and me
Me: What was that?
Me: Sentimental, retard shit in your previous post
me: Just some words coming into my head
Me: fuck your thought vomit…think before you publish some stupid ass nonsense
me: I didn’t want to
Me: What? whaaaaaat? you didn’t want to what? To think? Are you really telling me that you didn’t want to think?
me: I guess so…
Me: you are even dumber than I thought…fuck it! So you are saying that while you were writing that stupid shit you weren’t thinking…ok what were you doing then? What can someone be doing while writing?
me: following an intuition
Me: Hahahahhahahaha…you are fucking funny you know, maybe you would be better off as a comedian… no no wait before you get any idea’s in your head…YOU can not be a comedian…well you can while you are trying to be a writer or filmmaker or whatever else but do not try to be a comedian because that will make even a greater fool of you…
me: I was not planning to
Me: thank god! There is at least something we are on the same page about…
me: Whatever…if you would please excuse me I have a synopsis to write…
Me: All right, all right go and keep yourself busy…waste your time…but before you go I have another question to ask you…if you allow me…
Me: Why the fuck do you write in English? Are you American? English? did you study in English? is your mom or your dad English?
me: I don’t know
Me: What the fuck? you could write in Farsi or Dutch or even maybe Turkish but English? Give me a break and pull yourself together…
me: I think it is now about time that you should stop…leave…or whatever else not to bother me…
Me: oh yeah sure, you are of course one of those HSP’s who could not handle CRITICISM? Is that why you want me to leave? Because I don’t tell you that you are so sweet and great? Because I don’t say things you would like to hear?
me: please…let me get back to my work
Me: muahahahahaha…did you really say “work”? hahahahaha…you keep surprising me…but ok…fair enough…I let you go back to your “W O R K” but you have not given me an answer yet.
me: To what?
Me: Why English?
me: I really have no idea…somethings appear in English in my head, sometimes in Farsi, and sometimes in Dutch…I guess I have difficulties with Dutch because it always has a bitter after taste. In English I don’t mind to make mistakes, I feel free even though my vocabulary is smaller than in Dutch. The same goes for Farsi, but my Farsi is of a teenager girl who has been stuck in the 80’s so in the end does not feel so good either…English is more neutral I guess…maybe that is what it is what makes me feel more free in writing…
Me: I appreciate it when you try to make sense out of the things you do…keep trying…maybe one day you will make sense for real…I am finished…you can go now!