It Doesn't Make Sense

The door’s open and it feels too real. I change my mind and back down the stairs, but somebody pushes me onwards. I glance over my shoulder. Spidey is there. He doesn’t say anything but he nods encouragingly and I sigh. I know he’s right. I have to do this. And I must do it on my own. So I take a deep breath and walk inside.

FridayNext: Hello. My name is Friday...
Observer: Don’t tell us! Everybody here is anonymous!
FridayNext: Alright. Hello, my name is ….
Observer: Right on.
FridayNext: My blog has taken over my life...
ANON A: Mine too! Isn’t it great?
FridayNext: *looking slightly confused* Well…
ANON B: The best thing is that you can write whatever you want.
ANON C: Nobody cares about contents anyway.
ANON A: I beg to differ.
Observer: And how do you feel?
FridayNext: Me? Oh. Well, I’d like to live ‘out there’ in the real world…
ANON Multiple: *sucking in air in disbelief*
FridayNext: *looks at them all* Please don’t do that. You’re scaring me.
Observer: But why are you really here?
FridayNext: I stalk somebody who’s too indifferent even to notice.
Observer: Ouch.
FridayNext: Exactly.
Observer: Why him?
FridayNext: Basically because I love him.
Observer: Do you?
FridayNext: Oh I don’t know. I have barely had a conversation with him for more than two minutes at a time and it’s always been about work. But I like his attitude. I like the way he moves about. And then he’s got these great teeth that I adore.

Spidey: Yo.
Matt: Yo.
Spidey: Yo yo.
Matt: Yo yo yo.
Spidey: I sent her off.
Matt: Thanks.
Spidey: It’s hard on her.
Matt: Yeah.
Spidey: Hopefully everything will return to normal soon.
Matt: Normal? But that’s exactly what she isn’t and that’s why I love her.
Spidey: You know what I mean. Us, hanging out. All of us.
Matt: It’s not just about J-Man.
Spidey: No.
Matt: No.

FridayNext: And he does these silly things sometimes. For instance, he sends me riddles. And I never know the answers. And then he accepts that I send ice cream through his email. I like his sneakers. He’s kind of retro in a very modern way. But he’s so young. And I like him. But he’s young. And trendy. And I’m a sheep. And not trendy. At least not trendy enough.
Observer: Perhaps somebody else would like to speak now?
FridayNext: Oi, I haven’t finished!
Observer: But…
FridayNext: And then I miss her. I miss her most of all.
Observer: Who?
FridayNext: HER. Hello, Sherlock!

On my way home I realise that the medication has kicked in. I’m not as anxious as I was just last week. I miss her terribly, but I know that she’ll come back when she’s had a breather. Like some of us need when we hit autumn with darkness and rain and falling leaves.

Matt: Hi sweetie.
FridayNext: Hi honey.
Matt: How’s your day been?
FridayNext: Alright. Nice to be home.
Matt: Yeah.
FridayNext: Perhaps we could do something this weekend?
Matt: Us?
FridayNext: Yeah, you and me. Just us.
Matt: I’d like that.
FridayNext: Yeah, so do I. Perhaps go see a film.
Matt: And have sushi afterwards?
FridayNext: Oh, I think I’ve had my share of sushi for a while. But we’ll find a place, surely.
Matt: Great.
FridayNext: What would you like to have for dinner tonight?
Matt: Oh! Ahm, I’m really not that fussy.
FridayNext: No, you’re not. Thank you. I’ll fix us something nice.

Spidey: Oh my god, they de-programmed her!
Matt: Shut up! I like her that way!
Spidey: Too mushy. At least she’s still in love with her bike.