August 8, 2007
Conversation the Third
K: Nooooboooddyyy knooowwwws… the trouble I’ve seeeennnn…
DT: Ha. ha. You know you’re even worse at singing than I am, right?
K: Yeah, I do. Just like you know you’re sucking at life, right?
DT: Has anyone told you how closely you resemble my mother?
K: Hey now, that’s uncalled for.
DT: (steely gaze)
K: I was merely suggesting that perhaps you just need to get over yourself and stop wallowing. It’s decidedly unattractive. People want to be around cheery and happy, and not someone who’s sulky and tired all the damn time.
DT: Well, but… I have been a lot more tired for no good reason.
K: Fake it. You made it through three years of law school, two bar exams, and I don’t even know how many times you’ve had to pretend to be happy to wear some godawful satin dress and carry a bunch of flowers around. You’re a much better actress than you give yourself credit for.
DT: And then what?
K: I suspect that if you just pretend to be cheery, you’ll eventually get over yourself and just, well… be cheery.
DT: That’s your brilliant plan.