Mad Rantings :Running on empty

Me: Have you ever felt empty?

You: (Pat your stomach and nods head furiously)

Me: No, not of the stomach-emptiness variety, dahhling... hehehe..

You: (Roll your eyes at me)

Me: This emptiness goes like this. You know you are not depressed or anything. I mean why should you? You are all limbs and life...

You: (nods head again giving me weird looks)

Me: You are always laughing. Cause things are going alright from the surface of it at least.. But deep inside... you feel nothing. No emotions, no passion. Plain emptiness.

You: Me..never.. i am always full of joy.. (you stick out your tongue at me)

Me: (I shake my head) Well lucky you my friend... But for me, I am running on empty. And that's the worst thing. See, if I am depressed I would be feeling, at least. It shows that I am alive.You dig?

You: Your point is..

Me: If I am happy... hell, the better for me.
But let me tell you if i you still did not get my drift...
I am just all empty. I am 100% sure that my soul is dead.

You: (you sit up) Shucks.. that's damn serious. What's wrong with you, woman?

Me: I don't know what it is really. I am not in any form of serious crisis you know. My life is oh so typical.

You: Ohhh.. here we go again..

Me: (ignoring your lack of enthusiasm) I wake up. I go to work. After which, I study till midnight (For my exams, mind.. )Then I fall asleep. Next day.. the whole proccess starts all over again. You should understand, I am sure..

You: Yeah.. yeah.. that's what most people do.. except for the studying thing.. Again I ask, so what's your point, Miss?

Me: But it just feels wrong! I feel like an android, which I probably am at the moment. I have always been one against this labour-slave market.. But without me realising it, I am in the middle of it. I am the cow about to be auditioned.

You: (snigger) You are a cow.. period.

Me: Funny. Anyho...yet perversely, I can't seem to stop myself. I believe that in order to achieve some form of success, one has to work hard. But at what price I ask? The death of one's soul? Ooh.. and twistedly, I rather like being soul-dead.

You: (give me a vacant look)

Sheri: You see, I get to see everything more objectively.
I don't feel, so I can't hurt... and trust me, at the moment there are too many issues surrounding me that can hurt...

You: Like what?

Sheri: Oh you know, this and that.. (pause to ponder) Or maybe .. that's it? Am I voiding myself to prevent me from getting hurt?

You: Puhleasssee..

Sheri: Holy mackarel... Don't I just sound like a psychotic thing..

You: (mumble to self) Hmmm.. what else is new...

SHERI