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So, Today while packaging screws at the shop a dialog occured in my head between 3 personalities - Mr. Computer head, Smiley the stick figure, and the Melancholy poet. They were having a meeting regarding the current set of life decisions before me.
Smiley was the ironically the most concrete of the 3. He always seems to know exactly what he wants. His arguments were short and to the point, so that soon he ran out of things to say and just made silly noises for the remainder of the meeting.
Mr. Computer head was quite the opposite. Very convincing as he was with his intricate web of ever expanding facts and conclusions, I don't think he ever found steady ground; for every one of his sentences ended with a demand for more data.
The Melancholy Poet didn't really present ideas per say, but his riddles and moanings where enchanting. I feel I could never really trust him though, despite the fact that something in me deeply wants too; so I placed the seats of Smily and Mr. Computer between mine and his. This way when I feel myself being wooed by his rhythms and prose beyond comfort-ability, it will take only a tipping of my head to remove him from view.
Smiley was the ironically the most concrete of the 3. He always seems to know exactly what he wants. His arguments were short and to the point, so that soon he ran out of things to say and just made silly noises for the remainder of the meeting.
Mr. Computer head was quite the opposite. Very convincing as he was with his intricate web of ever expanding facts and conclusions, I don't think he ever found steady ground; for every one of his sentences ended with a demand for more data.
The Melancholy Poet didn't really present ideas per say, but his riddles and moanings where enchanting. I feel I could never really trust him though, despite the fact that something in me deeply wants too; so I placed the seats of Smily and Mr. Computer between mine and his. This way when I feel myself being wooed by his rhythms and prose beyond comfort-ability, it will take only a tipping of my head to remove him from view.