Fuck. You (make sense).

Hey, what’s wrong?

Everything is wrong. I'm confused and lost. I feel so scared to really want something. Does it make me emotionally pathetic?

Well, it’s kind of sad. Why do you fear your own dreams?

I thought some people say that it’s not a dream if it's not frightening enough.

That is so stupid, and maybe you misheard the word “frightening”. I think it should be “Frighteningly Enlightening”.  

So, what should I do?

Well, do you know what you want?

Yes, I do.

Do you believe that you know what you want?

What the hell? It's too early for that kind of question. It's not even 2 pm.

Answer me.

Okay…I don’t. I always think that I want to be this person who wanders around, before settling down to work on the things that I really want.

Now, you just gave me another dose of poignancy. Why do you want to stay lost? Why are you afraid of settling down? What makes you think that floating around with balloons of worries is better than keeping your feet on the ground, and do one thing at a time?

I don’t know. Really, stop bothering me. I’m still young. I deserve to float around.

Yes, I understand that some young people tend to have this “I’m too young to find out what I really want, I need to do some soul-searching before settling down” kind of attitude, and I think it’s normal. It's good for you, as long as you embrace the process. And I don't mean to frighten you, but at some point, you need to accept the fact that your feet belong on the ground.

You’re saying it like it’s just a phase, like these demanding thoughts and cravings have their expired dates. What if they don’t? What if this is a permanent condition, like blindness or something?

You are already blind, honey. You are blinded by your own worries, which may sound kind of poetic, but it’s no longer beautiful when you really need to be able to see things clearly to sort them out. 

Fuck. You.

If by “Fuck. You”, you mean “Fuck. You (make sense)”, then yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.