sunny side me: Um, AWESOME?! How else should i feel?
ddm: Why don't you take a minute to really think about this...
ssm: Okay... Yep! I'm good! Things are great. I'm working on my next show - slowly but surely. I've been writing new pieces for new characters AND I just auditioned for a movie last night! It was my first movie audition!
ddm: You were the only one who had to audition from the reading though.
ssm: I don't know, was i? isn't it great to even be thought of at all though?
ddm: i think if you really wrack your brains and get comfortable with the darkness inside, like the southern alcoholic side of the family, you'll realize that things, well - they are actually really shitty.
ssm: Why because i have to poop?
ddm: No, you just took care of that.
ssm: Yeah, i did! Ahhhh! I feel so relieved! Like a great burden has been lifted! I'm FREE!
ddm: - I actually meant shitty emotionally. Like - YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY YOUNGER shitty.
ssm: Ugh, God. What a downer.
ddm: That's what i do.
ssm: Apparently. God, you must be the life of the party.
ddm: Not really.
ssm: I was being sarcastic.
ddm: oh.
ssm: You remind me of Eeyore.
ddm: pretty much.
ssm: Listen, things aren't so bad.
ddm: Hmph!
ssm: Well, I know you worry a LOT about whether people like you/approve of you/think you are talented. You worry a LOT about whether or not you're a success. You spend a LOT of your time just WORRYING. What if I told you that none of that mattered?
ddm: Who are you, the 'Giant Within'?
ssm: Actually...
ddm: It MUST MATTER!
ssm: But it DOESN'T. YOU HAVE NO CONTROL!
ddm: Oh God, someone's been watching Oprah.
ssm: You don't have any control over anything, or anyone - except yourself. Except your own choices, your own mind, your own actions. YOU get to decide what you think of yourself because, whether you get it or not - your own opinion of yourself is the only one that matters. And it matters so, so much what you think of yourself because it's the only self you will ever have in this world! This is it, you know? Also - obviously this whole 'woe is me' thing isn't really working for you.
ddm: It's really not... OMG.
ssm: What?
ddm: That feels kind of good to realize.
ssm: Guess what?
ddm: What?
ssm: IT'S TRUE!
ddm: Whoa, wait a sec -
ssm: You're having a conversation with yourself on a type-pad!
ddm: Hey, be patient, I'm learning.
ssm: Sorry, your right. I'll try to be more patient.
ssm: We're the same person, see? So - you have it in you to be happy because all that happy talk was actually - YOU.
ddm: Yes. But it's not that easy.
ssm: It is and it isn't. It isn't easy to get out of the dumps sometimes and see the light at the end of the tunnel of your sad thoughts. But if you are determined to bravely look into the light, and see the alternative - it can be pretty easy to accept the good. Because it feels better than feeling bad! It also helps if you have a friend.
ddm: Like you?
ssm: Yes! I am your friend!
ddm: Thanks!
ssm: Your welks. I'll help you. We'll work on it together.
ddm: Hey, at least we're not clinically depressed, right?
ssm: Really? That's your attempt at being happy?
ddm: Well, it's a start.
ssm: Also, you have a WONDERFUL boyfriend who loves you and cares for you and feeds you dumplings and pats your belly.
ddm: Yeah. He's awesome. And I have an amazing best friend who gets me like nobody else and ALWAYS knows the right thing to say. In fact, I can see her influence in you, i mean me.
ssm: You're looking sunnier by the minute kid.
ddm: Thanks gurl.
ssm: You're my homie.
ddm: Hey -
ssm: Hm?
ddm: You're pretty cool, we should hang out more often.
ssm: I'd like that. But can we have a rule?
ddm: Okay, what?
ssm: We only say nice things to eachoter, no trash talk allowed - and on special occasions, like today, treat ourselves to jamoca almond fudge ice cream on a sugar cone.
ddm: Deal!
ssm: Let's hug it out.
ddm: That's kind of weird, we're in the office.
ssm: C'mon! Who cares?!
ddm: Oh Okay.
ddm: (sighs) I love hugs.
ssm: I know. Me too.
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