Conversations With A Blank Page
Blip. Blip. Blip.
Why are you making that sound?
What sound?
Blip three times.
I’m not making any sounds. It’s all in your head. I’m a cursor, remember.
Oh, right.
Blip. Blip. Blip.
Alright stop.
Stop what?
Stop taunting me.
I’m doing doing anything, bru.
Well, clearly, you’re doing something. And on top of all that, you’re talking to me.
LOL
You can’t even do that.
Do what?
Laugh Out Loud. You can’t laugh out loud. That’s existentially impossible.
Ooh. Look at that. You can use big words to talk to me but you can’t type a single line huh?
See? My point exactly. You’re taunting! You have no regard for how I feel this morning. You don’t care whether I have doubts about my abilities or not, you just sit there, blipping all day, waiting for me to fight you. No matter how many words I write, no matter how many times I come back to spew my soul, experiences — or even the experiences of others! — once I take a break, you’re back, blipping all over the place.
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Now what? You have nothing to say? Do you finally admit that you’re inconsiderate, heartless and a sadistic boss who thrives on taunting people?
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Say something. Anything.
You sure?
Yes. This silence is really uncomfortable to be honest.
Are you sure you want me to say something?
What did I say earlier?
Alright then. Ready?
Argh! Yes!
Bl..
Oh my god!
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