CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
(A man and woman are sitting on a couch, both reading newspapers. They are obviously young but made-up to look a bit older. But not much older. Hardly seems worth the effort, in fact. The man throws his newspaper down to the ground, looking angry. The woman does not react.)
Man: I can't take this anymore, I can't, I won't, I'm not taking it, how long have we been married, feels like forever, it's not, it's a few fucking years, I know we have that stupid no swearing rule but I don't give A FUCK, a few fucking years and look at us. LOOK AT US! We're sitting here, reading newspapers. We do it every day. THIS IS OUR LIFE. THIS! IS OUR LIFE! FUCK! I mean it's not the newspapers, it's not the sitting, it's not you, it's everything! EVERYTHING. No it's not everything it's TIME PASSING. We're getting closer to death! But we're not even that close yet! It's too early for this outburst! In ten years, okay, it might be acceptable, but not yet. And that's the worst part! I don't want to wait ten years to have this outburst! FUCK SHIT. FUCK AND SHIT. I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER HOW TO SWEAR! I hate you. I hate that you don't understand. I hate that you won't understand this. You'll understand a little, very little, agree to, I don't know, start having sex in the mornings again, as if that'll increase our quality of life, but you won't REALLY understand and I hate you for it. But I hate myself more because I'll go along with it! I'm weak! I'm lazy! I'll give in! I'll agree to just start having sex in the mornings again and agree with you when you say that everything will be okay. BUT IT WON'T BE SHITTING OKAY! YOU FUCK! IT WON'T BE OKAY, BECASUE THERE IS NOTHING! THERE IS NOTHING! OUR LIVES! NOTHING! THERE IS NOTHING!
(The woman finally looks up.)
Woman: I'm sorry, did you say something?
Man: AAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Woman: Sorry! You know I get waxy build-up in my ears!
Man: You...you didn't hear...you didn't hear...
Woman: I heard you say something about sex in the morning. That was the important part, right? That you want to have sex in the morning? Was that the general point?
Man: No...it wasn't...IT WASN'T!
Woman: Why are you shouting!? Why would you just start shouting!
Man: BECAUSE...because of your waxy build-up. Thought you couldn't hear me.
Woman: I can hear you. I was engrossed in my newspaper too. Did you read the story about the cat that plays piano?
Man: Yeah...funny story...haha.
Woman: Why is your newspaper on the floor?
Man: Dropped it.
Woman: Ah.
Man: Yeah.
Woman: Is there something else you want to say?
Man: I...no. There is nothing.
Woman: Okay. I love you.
Man: I love you too.
(He picks up his paper. She smiles at him and starts reading again. He stares blankly at the pages.)
FIN
Man: I can't take this anymore, I can't, I won't, I'm not taking it, how long have we been married, feels like forever, it's not, it's a few fucking years, I know we have that stupid no swearing rule but I don't give A FUCK, a few fucking years and look at us. LOOK AT US! We're sitting here, reading newspapers. We do it every day. THIS IS OUR LIFE. THIS! IS OUR LIFE! FUCK! I mean it's not the newspapers, it's not the sitting, it's not you, it's everything! EVERYTHING. No it's not everything it's TIME PASSING. We're getting closer to death! But we're not even that close yet! It's too early for this outburst! In ten years, okay, it might be acceptable, but not yet. And that's the worst part! I don't want to wait ten years to have this outburst! FUCK SHIT. FUCK AND SHIT. I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER HOW TO SWEAR! I hate you. I hate that you don't understand. I hate that you won't understand this. You'll understand a little, very little, agree to, I don't know, start having sex in the mornings again, as if that'll increase our quality of life, but you won't REALLY understand and I hate you for it. But I hate myself more because I'll go along with it! I'm weak! I'm lazy! I'll give in! I'll agree to just start having sex in the mornings again and agree with you when you say that everything will be okay. BUT IT WON'T BE SHITTING OKAY! YOU FUCK! IT WON'T BE OKAY, BECASUE THERE IS NOTHING! THERE IS NOTHING! OUR LIVES! NOTHING! THERE IS NOTHING!
(The woman finally looks up.)
Woman: I'm sorry, did you say something?
Man: AAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Woman: Sorry! You know I get waxy build-up in my ears!
Man: You...you didn't hear...you didn't hear...
Woman: I heard you say something about sex in the morning. That was the important part, right? That you want to have sex in the morning? Was that the general point?
Man: No...it wasn't...IT WASN'T!
Woman: Why are you shouting!? Why would you just start shouting!
Man: BECAUSE...because of your waxy build-up. Thought you couldn't hear me.
Woman: I can hear you. I was engrossed in my newspaper too. Did you read the story about the cat that plays piano?
Man: Yeah...funny story...haha.
Woman: Why is your newspaper on the floor?
Man: Dropped it.
Woman: Ah.
Man: Yeah.
Woman: Is there something else you want to say?
Man: I...no. There is nothing.
Woman: Okay. I love you.
Man: I love you too.
(He picks up his paper. She smiles at him and starts reading again. He stares blankly at the pages.)
FIN
