Conversation with my brain #1

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Hi brain.
What are you doing?

Nothing.

You doing okay?
No stress today?

No.
Not yet.

Well, don’t you want to ask me a question, brain?

Why?

Why not?

Because I already did.

What?

Ask you a question.

When?

Back then, when you weren’t listening.

What did you ask me?

Why?

Because I didn’t hear you, and I’m curious
what kind of a question my brain would ask me.

Why?

Wait a minute.
Now I get it.
The question you asked was why.

Yes, why.

That’s a tough question brain.

Do you have an answer?

No, not yet.
But I’m working on it.

Good.
Keep up the good work.

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LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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If you have many more conversations like this the psychiatrists and therapists will have a field day with you!

WickedEveWickedEveover 18 years ago
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Are you and your brain okay? No... um... problems? :)

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
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ah ha! Gotta love those conversations with body parts. I really like the tone of this, I could hear it :) as

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