Hello, Adam. It’s nice to see you. Wait, did I say nice? I meant nauseating. It’s nauseating to see you.
If you’re talking about the Pro-Adam, he couldn’t make it. Don’t act surprised. You know I visit you much more often than he does.
I know, but I hoped for some variety. His empty praise is a refreshing change from your undeserved insults. What is it this time?
There are a few things, actually. May I sit?
I’ll take the armchair, thank you. First of all, I think some congratulations are in order. You’ve finally given up trying to write novels. Well done! It’s about time you took my advice and stopped embarrassing yourself.
I don’t think I’m a bad writer, and I haven’t given up on The Eliot Papers. I’ve just put the project on hold indefinitely. I believe my circumstances made it necessary.
When you say “my circumstances,” I presume you’re referring to your lack of ambition and talent as a writer. I understand completely. Well, at least you have your blog.
Yes. Yes I do.
Sure, I can understand giving up your lifelong dream of being an author, and instead writing blog posts about exploding tomatoes and video game mustaches and girly cartoons with ponies and rainbows. It’s not as though you could actually be writing thoughtful posts about meaningful things.
I do write about meaningful things… occasionally.
When you’re not busy being a frivolous idiot, that is.
I’m allowed to be frivolous! Heck, life would be awful if we had to be serious all the time. It’s the little things that make life livable, and the little blessings that help us appreciate the great ones.
Great blessings? Like grace? You write a lot about grace, expressing the same ideas again and again, like a lunatic muttering to himself. It’s almost as though you were trying to convince yourself of something you don’t really believe.
Belief is hard. “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief.”
And you quote somebody! It was only a matter of time. Do you have even one original idea rattling around in your head, or just a lot of quotes?
I have ideas, really. Quoting people helps me express them.
Your memory stinks. How do you keep track of so many quotes?
I have no idea.
I suppose I can’t blame you for having a bad memory. Fortunately, I can still blame you for lots of other things. Like working a menial job.
It may not pay well, but there are worse jobs than serving persons with disabilities.
And doing absolutely nothing with your college degree.
I plan to use my teaching degree sooner or later—I just renewed my educator’s license, after all!
And being antisocial.
Being introverted and being antisocial aren’t the same thing.
And being afraid of life.
Life is scary!
And making the same stupid mistakes again and again and again.
Well, I’m a human being. We all make mistakes.
Excuses, excuses. You sound awfully confident for someone who spends a lot of his time being depressed.
You’re not going to blame me for that, are you? Lots of great people have suffered from depression. Abraham Lincoln, for example, and also my dear old dad. And have you counted how many good people in the Bible showed symptoms of depression?
You’re glorifying your depression by comparing yourself to great people. That’s classy.
I’m not saying we’re alike because we’re great. I’m saying we’re alike because we’ve suffered from depression. Depression does not a great person make, but it certainly doesn’t make a person any less important or valuable.
I’ve had enough of your prattle for one day. Don’t forget what I’ve told you, Adam. I’ll be back.
Of course you will. Something tells me you’ll never be far away. It’s a good thing you’re not the only one. “The Lord is my shepherd,” and all that.
Good. On your way out, would you mind getting me a sandwich?