Continuing Attacks

So, as these attacks on my soul continue, I can't help but feel like a person who just quit smoking, shaky, twitchy, and desperately wanting something that I can't have. On another note, I feel happy right now. That's right; despite all of the attacks on my happiness, none of them have been able to harm the core, none of them are strong enough to bring me all the way down. They can show me the bottom for split seconds at the time and make me feel like a bungee jumper on his way down, but other than those little jumps, nothing big. It's a good thing too, for I feel very fine and dandy. Now that sounded fake, but I assure you it's not. Now lets discuss something else, shall we?

There's a big red ball in the sky, but it only shows up when day is ending, and it keeps trying to hide from me. I tried chasing it once, but it was far too fast for me. I wonder how big it is. It's so far away that I can't instantly tell like I can with most things like my ball I play with outside. I wish I could touch it; you know? I really wish I could give it a nice big hug. Wouldn't that be nice, to hug a big red ball in the sky? It'd be like you were flying or something, so cool and neat. Well, there it goes again. I wish I could've seen it for one second longer.

The boy wishes far too much. Don't you see that he's going to get himself in trouble with that vivid imagination of his?

Imagination? But he's not imagining anything.

He stated that he wanted to hug the sun. Doesn't that disturb you at least a little bit?

Nope.

Well, you're a strange parent then. I'm sure if the boy's mother were here, she'd agree with me.

Oh, I really doubt that.

What do you mean?

She was kind of crazy.

How so?

She had that sort of mind that liked to wonder about stuff in the weirdest ways, ways that make little Tommy look like the most sane person on the planet in comparison.

Really? I did not know that. I've got to update my files.

Yeah, you really should. I mean, come on; where's your mind at?

Now you're talking weirdly.

No I'm not. ... Geeze, you must be hearing things.

You're not going to trick me, you know?

What?

Your attempts to fool me into thinking I'm going insane won't work. I've been trained to deal with this sort of stuff.

What were you answering to? I didn't say anything. Wow, are you okay, man?

Foolish man, don't ever show your face around here again.

Why not?

Because you try to trick people with dirty deeds and dirty mind bombs. It's destroying the city.

I thought it was you who said it first that this entire city needed a complete overhaul before a sliver of progress could be made.

That was long ago, and my ways have changed. Yours obviously haven't, but you should reconsider changing; it feels good.

Whatever.

Now you're bored.

Yup.

Well then, I guess this session is over. Good day to you, sir.

Good day.

(What a strange goat.)

Did you just think what I think you thought?

Nope.

Okay, goodbye.

Bye.

(door closes)

He was bizarre. I'd better refile my files before someone else comes in expecting a freaking treatment for his mental disease!


So that's the end of the dialogue that my brain cooked up. Hope you enjoy it as much as I semi-enjoyed making it.