dasch: don't be a weakling, that's for defeatists
me: relationships are not about winning or defeating
dasch: i tell you. it's about winners and loser. ture and false. Yes and no.
me: are you like a unfeeling scientist robot? you can't just split things like that.
dasch: then are you saying everything is connected? then, does that mean you are still connected to your ex-girlfriend or should I say girlfriend since you are still connected and didn't break up?
me: you are trying to put me into a maze again. why do you have to mention that. i'm done with it and nothing to look back.
dasch: but you freaked, at the mention of it. it meas it's unresolved. you gota resolve it. otherwise it turns into something and it will explode. that's psychology 101.
me: it was all resolved and sealed before you spawned it, you moron. you would make a horrible therapist.
dasch: i'm on a different level and my sessions can be quite untraditional. it's not what you sign up for, it's what you are forced to face. there's no way out. i'm here to train you mentally. coz i'm a mental guru.
me: how could you say anything about relationship when in fact you barely have any besides our family.
dasch: i have my cadre of acquaintances. you just don't know me all that much. i'm telling you you have no idea who i am. all this time, i have remained silent. And you missed all the rest of me.
me: i don't think i can ask you to prove what you just said. because i actually can't make sense of this whole situation anyways. you suddenly decide to speak up. after all those years, fake identity. acting like a dog. you lived a lie.
dasch: all that aside, i thought you were gona go to convenient store. i think you have really bad memory
me: you disrupt me this whole freakin time and that's why!
dasch: see what i just did? i'm delaying your drinking which in fact is a step before quitting. i told you i'm a good therapist.
me: your methods don't see very ethical or honest. i don't know how many layers of traps i am folded into.
dasch: you are losing it. don't complicate things. you are losing here. that's what you've become used to. losing. whether losing as in defeat, or as in loss of something.
me: so i am a perfect loser scoring both points?
dasch: yeah, not such a bad achievement. i would commend you for being rare in that way.
me: thanks for your support. i didn't know how i could be special. i guess i don't have to work on it anymore. but to go along with what you said about my losing, i think i need what I need to lose. i need to lose you, so you can now be set to go on your journey. i think that's the ultimate freedom you are seeking right?
dasch: i'm glad you are no longer aiming at my testicles but nah i don't feel like being on a journey.
me: but you are inside most of the time. that's not what journey's about. journey's about going outside and getting lost and not knowing where you are.
dasch: you just wana see me get lost and get chased aftert street cats? have you seen them in a group? i'm having enough challenges and labors of my own in this house. journey can be done inside and that's my plan, once and for all.
me: that's not a journey that's like hibernating or drilling a hole deeper into a rabbit hole.
dasch: yeah, i would rather dig inner than run outer.
me: jees jees you one lazy sackbag. who are you to call me i'm a couch potato.
dasch: only if you would buy me a couch, i would gladly join you.
me: i don't think i can financially support with something like that. for a sprit of such indepdence and high self-esteem, you won't take my help anyways.
dasch: yeah, you miser. you barely spend anything on me. when have you walked me out? speaking of which, that's the very reason i've become insider, cause you lazy butt won't walk me out. why don't you do yourself a service of going outside for yourself and walking me for myself.
me: nah, i don't like journey outside either.
dasch: and you are a hypocrit promoting outside journey.
me: yeah, agreed. in fact, i think i'm to lazy to go out to get a beer. you got me all tired.
dasch: i didn't think such day would come. but by all means. your beers are not mine anyways so. whatever works for you.
me: yeah i guess not tonight. i'm turning the lights off. gona youtube and sleep.
dasch: but you gota let me out, i don't wana sleep here. this is my toilet not bedroom.
me: sorry, i have a rule. it's called physics. inertia. I don't wake up once i'm on bed. hope you figure it out. i know you can do it.
dasch: dude wake up.
me: g'night
dasch: son of a