“You can bring me something short to read because I cannot finish a book. I am not sure as to why I can’t finish a novel but I can’t. I get frustrated and distracted so I put the book down without reaching the end point.”
“You CAN’T finish the book or you do not want to finish the book? Why can you not finish the book you set your mind out to read? I thought you said you were interested in this novel before. You told me several times and I was so fed up of hearing you talk about it. Now you’re telling me you can’t read the book anymore than the first ten pages? Where did your interest go all of a sudden?”
“I do not know. Maybe, I just wanted to have the book in my hands so I could tell myself I tried. I would eventually realize I did not follow through the whole way but for now, I could tell myself I tried to..”
“Try to what? What was the purpose behind wasting $15.76 on this novel and $4.13 on gas to head so far away for such specific text? For some reason, I want to accuse you of trying to be someone you’re not. I want to accuse you of stealing some senior’s shoes and trying to wear them. Tell me, are you trying to become a writer or reader so you can add something impressive to your “personality”? Are you trying to find excuses behind your procrastinating ways in life by finding a new hobby of reading books?”
“Stop accusing me of behaviour you wished was true. Perhaps, I could be indirectly stating I wish I was more than I am at this point. I wish I started earlier to become someone with more talents. Through my efforts, I could be stating that I am gathering inspiration to feed minds of tomorrow. At least I know where the book store is located now, incase someone asks me for the address. At least I will know what the prices are about or what the blonde lady serving the front desk sounds like when you refuse to listen to her advice. Stop hammering me for trying to get up off this chair and walk two steps simply because I did not impress you or walk in your direction. Maybe, you and I are not meant to walk down the same path if all you will keep doing is spitting on the step it will take me two hours more than an average being to reach in the first place.”
“I am hearing you speak and it is emotional stuff so it is hitting me hard as it would hit anyone with a heart, I suppose. Yet I can’t help but reflect on how I have seen you recite this same verse for twenty one years now, sit, stand, walk, and repeat for the entire period, and still produce zero fruitful grapes. Anyhow, conversation beyond this point seems to be futile…”