(Genre: Fictional dialogue practice/a short play..),
(The reason why I chose not to include seemingly real names, is because nowadays, whether it’s felt individually and/or collectively, I fear that too many others will take this personally..),
Person #1: The less we can take a joke, the more that joke will take us into confusion. The more offended that we become by that joke, the more we’ll remain awake, reducing chances of us remaining balanced.
Person #2: He’s not well.
Person #3: I know. I know.
Person #1: Because if—
Person #2: SHUT UP!!
Person #1: And that is why you need sleep.
Person #3: And you need self-awareness because you’re lost in your mind again.
Person #2: Wait what..?
Person #3: Where’s his fucking medication!?
Person #2: Oh right.. sorry boss.
Person #1 continues preaching to himself..
Person #3: We’ll help get that dangerous hypocritical fuck off this shit as soon as possible.. We will..
Person #1: Doesn’t sound like it..
Person #3: You know wha—
Person #2: Watch out!!
Before Person #1 gets the chance to murder Person #3, Person #2 instantly knocks him out..
Person #1: Okay you’re free to go.
Person #1 releases Person #2 from the understaffed psych ward facility, yet tragically the rock climbing group that Person #2 was suggested to go hang out with to get off her phone were actually the same sex traffickers who conquered all the drug distribution facilities.. I know.. crazy right..?
Zach Dana Writing 