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Hey, I have a boyfriend.

I was scared of leaving him because I didn't want to be truly alone.

I'm sorry about your mom.

She was 19 when she died.

She escaped rehab, just some teen camp out in the country. They found her a

couple of weeks later in the city in some random house.

You're looking for a job? Of course I'm looking for a job.

I've got some leads.

Don't come looking at us for money. I'm not looking at anybody for money, Dad. I

had a really good job.

And I'll find another really good job.

Didn't you start a proper book?

How's that going?

Do you still have the advance?

Of course she still doesn't have it.

I used to think this place was the problem, but hopefully it's just me.

It's not you.

You could go much further with what you want to do.

And if you wanted to do anything, I'd back you.

You don't even know me.

I don't think that's true.

Well, let the record reflect I loved you before I knew you were loaded.

What did you say?

Firstly, it's a Saturday night, and they're both smiling.

Look how anxious he is.

Yeah, but a smile is more... Delight?

I say first date.

She's got her elbows on the table, leaning in. Meaning relaxed and open?

Yeah, but her legs are bent and one's to the side a little. She's on edge.

He's straight, head to toe. Excellent posture.

And in his lap, very formal.

Are we calling it first date?

No, it's not a first date. I say three years.

That's a jump.

Well, look at her. She's bored.

You're right. It's lived in.

But not three years. She's sad, not bored. I'd say three months.

Interesting. Explain.

She gave him a shot, even though he's not her usual type.

Yeah, he was confident at the start, but then he let his insecurity take over,

and now he's trying too hard.

But it's been ages since someone's treated her so well, so... Yeah, so

been hoping for months that he'll turn it around or be the one to bail first.

How long do you give them?

A few weeks.

Or 20 years.

What? I've seen relationships built on much less go for much longer.

Do you think they're looking at us?

I think so.

Do you think they're analysing us?

Probably.

What do you think they're saying?

Who cares?

That's their story.

Oh, thank God.

This is why it should stay a party trick. When you say the quiet parts out

the universe will hold a mirror up to you.

Thank you.

You're welcome. Can we get another round, please? No problem.

Will you think I'm disgusting if I take my shoes off?

Huh? Why?

I thought I'd break in these shoes before tonight, so I wore them to the

and then to vote.

And then I got stuck at the polling place for an hour and now I've got

Again? Do I need to go and get you some more band -aids?

Seriously, what do you think I was saying? Do you actually care? Yes, I

like being judged.

Well, yeah, but everybody's judging everybody all the time.

I mean, people like to think they're unique and special, but we're mostly

the same with a few degrees of difference.

You don't think I'm special?

I wasn't talking about you, of course.

So what? We're all just porcelain dolls with different makeup.

Hopefully not creepy.

Wouldn't that be depressing, though?

No, why would it be?

It means we have more in common than not.

It also means that people are interchangeable.

In theory, but not in practice.

You could put two virtually identical people in front of someone, they'll

gravitate towards the one.

Why?

Energy? Law of attraction?

Whatever you want to call it.

Hey, this is your theory.

Well, when I was 17, my friends and I were in the city and we got off a bus.

And there was this girl with her parents waiting to get on, probably 15, 15, I

don't know. I was 17.

Well, now I'm going to need to see a photo of you at 17 because all I'm

picturing is bearded you checking out some 15 -year -old.

You don't want to see me at 17.

But anyway, we locked eyes and...

Seriously locked eyes, like we knew each other. Did you know each other?

Nope, never seen her before or since.

Took me by surprise, her too.

Oh, you spoke to her?

Nope, but I could tell.

You could always tell.

Then what happened?

Nothing.

We just turned and looked at each other as we passed, and then I stood there and

watched, and they all sat near the window, and she looked at me.

And then the bus took off again.

That's cute.

No, that's the thing.

Wasn't cute.

Forget the shit out of me.

Even the friends I was with were like, what the fuck was that?

Maybe she was your soulmate.

You blew it. Now you're stuck with me.

You've never heard anything like that happen before?

Yeah.

Now I'm trying to think, was I ever in the city with my parents when I was 15?

That would be very cool and convenient.

That you'd remember.

Do you think she tells the same story?

Yeah, I do.

Close your eyes.

Did you feel that?

Yeah.

I thought you were going to kiss me.

Sorry to interrupt.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Cheer to us.

Nice choice.

This place is fancy. You didn't have to go all out. Yes, I did. I told you.

Well, you know, I can get half if you... No.

No.

Don't emasculate me.

Besides, I've got money to burn. At least I will have anyway.

Fake it till you make it. That's what they say, right?

Yes, I forgot to tell you. I've got a job lined up.

Amazing. What is it?

Same shit, different place, but that's a step up, kind of.

Slightly less money, but it puts me in the iPhone reviews league and some

editorial responsibilities, et cetera.

I thought you didn't want to review the iPhones.

people who don't review the iPhone say.

Okay, I just thought you were going to take some time and work on your writing.

I am, but I need a job eventually, and this one came up, so... Or you could be

an instant literary hit and not need a job.

It happens.

Not to me.

I know myself.

I'm going to be out of my mind with anxiety while the clock and the money

down, and I won't be able to concentrate on anything until I have something.

I need a safety net.

And I am still going to write.

But we have the time.

Isn't this more responsibility, more work? Yes.

For less money?

Okay. You hated your last job and you wanted to write then, but you didn't. I

don't have a savings like you do, Ryan. I don't have a buffer.

It's kind of different.

It's like you're judging me. No, I'm not.

Sorry.

I am still going to write. Good, I know. I am.

I know. I'm glad.

I believe you.

Hey, I'm sorry.

Really. I'm in no position to judge you. I don't like my job either, so just

tell me to fuck off.

Mains will be here shortly.

Can I get you anything in the meantime?

No, thanks. All good. Thank you.

We won the election.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Congratulations. That's good.

If you're happy, I'm happy.

Wait, who'd you vote for?

Didn't vote for anybody.

You forgot to vote.

No, I just didn't vote.

But you'll get fined.

I think they probably printed out my fine yesterday in anticipation.

They know where I live.

You didn't want to vote.

No. I knew which way it was going to go, so I didn't see the point. Because you

have to.

Well, clearly not. I'm happy to pay the fine.

I don't think it should be compulsory. But it is.

So everybody gets to decide. That's kind of the point.

Can we talk about something else? No, I'd like to keep talking about this.

Okay.

I just don't think elections matter.

Well, if everyone thought that way, we could have lost.

What do you mean by we?

Wait.

Are you a... I'm not a anything.

But why would you assume that we're on the same side?

Because you're kind and caring and empathetic and usually... And my

are kind and caring and empathetic, but they're church -going boomers. Who do

you think they voted for?

And I'm from an upper -middle -class suburb?

Private boys' school, an accountant who deals with big corporations and

finances, and it doesn't matter. I'm not on any side.

It does matter. Why?

Because the people we elect make decisions that affect people's lives in

tangible ways. In a perfect world that we don't live in, and I don't care about

this. You don't care?

No, not really, not enough.

Wow.

Look, I don't not care. It's by choice.

It must be nice to have the choice not to care about other people. I care about

other people. I just don't follow this shit enough to have an opinion, that's

all. It seems like you do actually have an opinion. My opinion is that I don't

think it matters as much as you think it does.

I just don't think anything really changes cycle to cycle, so why spend

getting worked up when it doesn't go your way? I'm not getting worked up.

I'm just trying to see this from your point of view. You don't think things

change? Not because of elections.

We just went through an entire global pandemic that would have happened no

matter who was at the wheel, and it's easier to blame one... Look, I'm sorry,

this is stupid. It's not stupid. It's stupid.

It's just drama and entertainment for bored people. It's just storyline. I'm a

bored person, easily amused by the shitty state of the world. No, I don't

you believe in any of it either.

Okay. I believe in not going into debt to access medical care.

I believe in subsidized child care. I believe in First Nations reparations. I

believe in public housing. And I believe in community programs. I don't know how

much of that is belief and how much is just the same kind of well -intentioned

naivety. I'm naive.

I didn't say that. You literally just did. I meant most people. But not me.

You know what I mean. Most people don't give a shit. Seriously, how can you even

say that?

Most people vote against whatever's annoying them on that day.

If you ask them going in what they don't like and they say, well, I'm sick of

the traffic lights in town, and you say, well, good news, our guy is going to

fix that, then you've got their vote.

No broader consideration for the complex state of world affairs. They just hate

those fucking traffic lights. They don't care.

And everyone else already made up their mind years ago, do or die, so I don't

want to talk about this.

No, this is really interesting.

I'd like you to go back to the traffic lights.

Start over.

Okay, look, I just don't think things change for long enough, and I don't

they ever will.

I think we've swung and balanced the power from left to right since the

political system became a thing, and I think that's how it's probably always

going to be.

Everyone keeps talking about a revolution that will finally come and

everybody's shit, but I've never seen that happen.

In reality, it's just one group of people are happy for three or four

then the other group complain about it until things go their way.

About the world going down the toilet, that's not valid enough to complain

about. Of course it is.

But then jump over to the other side for a second. You think they're not sitting

in restaurants, miserable, complaining about all the things that you're now

happy about? Who cares? They're wrong.

You're being reductive, and that's my point. Everybody thinks they're right.

That's the problem.

Wow.

This is the most privileged upper -class shit I've ever heard you say.

I don't bring this up. I don't talk about this stuff. I talk about things

care about. Oh, so you do care about stuff?

Yeah. The important stuff.

I care about me. I care about you. I care about my family. Everything in my

circle I care about.

Jeez, I'm not a bad guy.

I recycle.

I pull over and pick up lost dogs. I hold the elevator doors open for the guy

the wheelchair in my office building. I buy an extra slice of pizza for the

homeless dude on the street. Well, that guy might not be homeless with the right

people in power. I think he probably would.

And maybe if there were less people talking grandiose bullshit and more

out there doing nice day -to -day things, then we wouldn't be treating

other like fucking enemies. We would actually be moving towards something

meaningful. No, not like you. I didn't say you.

We're all just people.

We're all just trying to live our lives. What's the point in shoving opinions

down everyone's throat? Is that what you think I'm doing?

I didn't say that. But it's what you believe.

I believe they're talking about change and actually making change.

But all I hear are people that won't accept anything less than a complete

revolution.

I mean, I give a slice of pizza to the dude outside my office and I'm the bad

guy because it's a frivolous gesture that doesn't solve the entire homeless

epidemic.

But you know what? That guy got a slice of pizza and he didn't have to sit

through somebody's rubbish to get it. And that may not be meaningful in the

broad strokes of bringing justice and equality to all, but at least I did

something that meant something to him instead of talking about how great

could be if the tide changed. Okay, okay, okay.

No one's calling you a bad guy for sharing your pizza, right? It's just a

fucking game. It's not a game. It's a game. It's not a game.

Acts of service towards people in need and positive systemic change are not

mutually exclusive.

You know, you can give a homeless man a slice and still vote in the fucking

election.

How come you never brought any of this up before? Why would I mention something

that I don't care about?

But you do.

I don't. I don't.

I did.

Once upon a time.

And now I don't. I couldn't care less, actually. That's clearly not true.

Was I meant to give you a bullet point list of all my political beliefs?

We like this exam.

What?

Why are you bringing her up? What's she got to do with it?

Because it lasted five years.

It didn't last for five years. It went on for five years. Did she see this side

of you?

Because this is the first time I've ever seen you fired up. I'm not fired up?

You are fired up.

You're usually so charming, so empathetic, so perfect.

You have these great observations about everyone else, but I had no idea that

you felt this way.

I can't read you.

Yes, you can. No, I can't.

I feel like I don't even know you. Yes, you do. You're being antagonistic, and I

don't know why. I thought you knew everything.

Why are you doing this? I'm not doing anything.

This is all you.

I'm just feeding you the rope. Oh, I know that much. Thank you.

You know, maybe I'm just not as tuned in to the frequency as you are, Ryan.

Maybe I need more.

Was I supposed to give you, like, change my personality, become a new human

being just to make you more comfortable in your own insecurities?

Is that what you wanted from me?

If I said things out loud, you'd think I was an arsehole.

Maybe you are an arsehole. Oh, thank you. You're welcome.

Thoughts aren't feelings. I process things in my head. I think before I

Unlike me.

So you've been constantly judging me in your head.

No. What would make you think that?

One thing does not equal the other. It's called complexity of thought.

So if you think before you speak, what do I do?

You process things out loud, and that's fine. There's nothing wrong with that.

Besides the lack of complexity.

What am I allowed to say here? Give me the rules.

There are no rules, Ryan. You can say whatever you want. You're a full -grown

human being.

It turns out neither of us like being judged.

Party trick isn't as fun when it's turned on you, is it?

Talk about the universe holding up a fucking mirror.

We have something else.

Something more.

And you know it.

There could be a million Emilys by my side and I'd still pick you, I'd still

know you.

Do you think if this wasn't this and you weren't you, then I wouldn't have just

bailed right from the start?

So you do do charity after all. I fell in love with you before I found out how

fucked up you are.

Wow.

Thanks. I didn't mean that.

I'm sorry. I'm not trying to change you, Emily.

And I'm sorry I judged you with the job.

That was shitty of me.

But I love you, and I'm still here, and I'm not going anywhere.

So that makes you this great fucking guy because you're willing to tolerate me?

I'm not tolerating you.

Not now, clearly. I'm not tolerating you.

You use your privilege and optimism to shield you from reality. My privilege?

You're not exactly a street orphan, Emily. You just play one really well.

There is something as dark inside you as any of the bleak bullshit that comes

out of my mouth when I sit here and act like I'm the only fucked up one at this

table. Well, you use your pessimism as a shield from what's possible. And if you

keep it up, you'll end up alone again.

I'm not your fucking mother.

I don't need saving.

Is that what you think this is?

You tell me.

You want me to tell you to fuck off?

Because that would be easier for you and you get to walk away?

And then I get to be just another guy in a long line of disappointing assholes

who'll let you down?

I'm not going to do that.

Emily, if you want to go, you can go, but do it on your own. You tell me to

off.

Because I'm not going to indulge in your self -destructive bullshit.

Is this taken?

Sorry.

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