“Good morning, Anaadi”.
“Yeah, Good Morning”.
“Do you know why you are here?”
“No.”
“Johnson is a good friend of yours, isn’t he?”
Well, I don’t know about that. You see, one makes acquaintances during the course of one’s life and Johnson is one of those acquaintances. He has however popped up repeatedly in my varying circles of acquaintance and as a result can be considered, if you like, an enduring acquaintance. But not a good friend.
I wasn’t being completely honest when I said I didn’t know why I was called to this psychologist’s office. This Johnson character is one of the kind of idiots TV sitcoms and movies that don’t seem entirely plausible are based on. I mean if he were given gasoline and a box of matches he would drink the gasoline and not be quite sure what to do with the matches. He has a one-track mind, and the traffic on it is very light. Once his mother told him it was chilly outside, and he ran out with a spoon. He hasn’t bought an electric toothbrush because he isn’t sure if his teeth are AC or DC. But I digress.
Besides being an imbecile, Johnson has the rare knack of doing the most fruity thing at the most inappropriate time; a dynamite combination to say the very least. I wondered what he had done now.
“What’s he done now?”
“Why do you think he has done something?”
He said it with a somewhat forcedly neutral tone. I saw through it. The mask.
“Why do you think I think he has done something?”, I said, never missing a step.
“Have a seat. A couple more people should be joining us”.
Its a sick world, sick,sick,sick.
