Talking to Myself
Instant chatter. Quick and not as toxic as it once was, in days floated by. I, like many I am sure, have these little moments with myself. Discussions.
Chatter in the Matter.
INT:Car-Day
Martha
Grumble grumble. Freakin raining, still.
MARTHA's self
Grumble grumble pffft
SELF
Not a good day?
MARTHA
Go away.
Man...a bit snippy this Morning aren't ya MAR?
MARTHA
SHUT. UP!
Self
Ummm......nah, dont think so.
MARTHA
It's Tuesday.
Self
Yeah? And? Your point?
Don't you know Tuesdays are worse than Mondays. Geesh.
Self
Somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning??
MARTHA
Somebody is going to be medicated if she doesn't be quiet.
Inner demon
Well top O' the morn to ya'll
MARTHA
Great...Mr Happy.
Self
Go away. Can't you see I was chatting with the lady?
Demon
Ahhhh Self, I think Martha is doing fine, leave her alone.
MARTHA
For once I will agree with you.
Self
Mar, you can't mean that. Why do you want him to stay?
MARTHA
Be--
Demon
Because...she is having a PITY party for herself. AND I, am usually the distinguished guest of honor. Where the hell you been? Leave her alone. She is trucking right along.
MARTHA
Yea what he said! Thank you Demon.
Demon
You are quite welcome my fair lady.
Self
Well before I go....What has you so miserable? If I may ask.
MARTHA
It's raining, it's Tuesday...it's yukkky out.
Self
THAT'S what has you all upset? I thought rain soothed you.
MARTHA
Sigh it does...Not in the mood for you today self.
Self
What is it then? Because it is cold? Isn't there other things to be happy about?
MARTHA
hmmphf ...Go Away...Happy crap...
Self
Well? Isn't there?
MARTHA
Its just all around freaking crappy! Do I HAVE to have a reason to be bitchy?
Demon
Of course not, don't listen to her. She is just jealous, she wasn't invited.
Self
Would you stay out of this, demon. Really, you are about as helpful with issues as a fan on a pile papers...
MARTHA
Why dont you both go away. It will pass. You shall pass.
Martha places fingers in her ears,
MARTHA(con't)
(VO)= Voice Over
Welcome to my hell.....
Now before ya'll go running off, thinking I should be heavily medicated(Not that there aren't times I may agree with this)...Just a quick mindless interaction with myself. Part of that vast wasteland of nonsense. Knowing FULL well I am not the only one in this vast place called earth, who has these conversations. Who cares that all the others also have attendants, Helga and Boris...and live in a nice room with white walls and heavily 'textured walls' padded and cocktail hour is hours three x's a day...I mean really. ;)
Just looking at it from the silliness side...Pardon the script format, I am using my artistic license, and truly I am in the middle of editing a script(AKA procrastination)
Peace
~living in the sway
Jo
verba volant, scripta manent: "words fly away, writings remain"
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Labels: Procrastination., screenwriting, Scripts, Talking to Myself, Words
