“The difference between you and I is that you have no center,” she said with a stern voice.
“That’s crap and you know it. Ever since you went to that retreat you’re a different person,” I sharply retorted.
“I am the same person I was before, merely more rounded and aware,” she complained.
“That is not true. All you talk about is how the retreat made you suffer,” I complained peevishly.
“Why is that bad? I did suffer and ache every evening from the exertions of contemplation,” she rejoined.
“You call meditation an exertion? Please! I run ten miles every day and you don’t hear me whining about the aches and pains,” I forcefully stated.
“Which proves my point. You run to escape the truth of your existence instead of centering and letting life flow through you,” she serenely replied.
“I give up. There’s no reasoning with you. Are you going to finish that cheesecake?” I hungrily asked.
“Hell yes! Get your own dessert you greedy mooch,” she said with a laugh.
“Some friend you are! I thought we shared everything?” I pouted.
“That’s another difference between you and I,” she smugly responded.
“Oh?” I questioned.
“I finish what I start,” she said and popped the last crumb of cheesecake in her mouth. “You get the check.”
By Rose Dewy Knickers, October 22nd, 2008