Am I a masochist?
Really?
Two girls sitting at a table, stage right. Single spot (quiet light this time) on them, otherwise dark stage. One holds a bottle of what seems to be some sort of alcoholic beverage and looks tired, but pleased. The other sits ramrod straight, livid and scared, pale as a ghost.
Myself: YOU DID WHAT?
Me: (Sheepishly) I know, I know. But it's not like a really big deal or anything.
Myself: How is this not a big deal. Why do you always do this?
Me: Because. I just do it, that's all.
Myself: That's an awful excuse, Keira.
Me: But you say the same thing! That's not fair.
Myself: (Harshly) Life isn't fair. That's how it works.
Me: That's dumb. It's not even a big problem. Nothing will happen.
Myself: But here's the issue. You expect something to happen. (Bringing her hands up to rest her chin upon.) If you didn't think something would work in your favor, you wouldn't have done it.
Me: No! I just did it, just because. I know nothing will happen.
Myself: Why take the chance, Keira? Why put yourself in a position for things to go wrong?
Me: Nothing's wrong!
Myself: Not yet it's not.
Me: (Leans back in chair, crossed arms defensively) This is why you wanted a boyfriend, isn't it. So I wouldn't do this kind of thing.
Myself: Please don't be angry with me. I'm only-
Me: Just stop. You always think you're right! You always do. Don't pretend like you don't.
Myself: We both think that.
(Silence. For a moment they both sit there, one leaning back, arms crossed, the other resting her elbows on the table, her chin resting on her intertwined fingers. At the same time, one relaxes and sits back toward the table, the other letting her hands fall to her lap.)
Myself: (quietly) I just worry, you know?
Me: Yeah. I know.
Myself: (With a small smile) You're pretty pleased with yourself, huh?
Me: (Also smiling) ... yeah.
Myself: But... (Looking down at her hands in her lap) how can you be sure nothing bad will happen? How do you know?
Me: (As if just realizing her answer) I don't. Not really. I just don't let myself dwell on it. Just... just do it and be done. I said what needed to be said, and that's that. Simple really.
Myself: You sound so sure.
Me: It'll be fine. I promise.
Myself: But what if it's not?
Me: It will be. Maybe there will be a bit of an adventure before it gets to being alright, but it will get there. I know it.
(Momentary silence, length at the discretion of the actress)
Myself: (looking up) What did you say?
Me: (slowly) What would you have said?
Myself: ...(!) Oh. (smiles)
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Myself: But here's the issue. You expect something to happen. (Bringing her hands up to rest her chin upon.) If you didn't think something would work in your favor, you wouldn't have done it.
Me: No! I just did it, just because. I know nothing will happen.
Myself: Why take the chance, Keira? Why put yourself in a position for things to go wrong?
Me: Nothing's wrong!
Myself: Not yet it's not.
Me: (Leans back in chair, crossed arms defensively) This is why you wanted a boyfriend, isn't it. So I wouldn't do this kind of thing.
Myself: Please don't be angry with me. I'm only-
Me: Just stop. You always think you're right! You always do. Don't pretend like you don't.
Myself: We both think that.
(Silence. For a moment they both sit there, one leaning back, arms crossed, the other resting her elbows on the table, her chin resting on her intertwined fingers. At the same time, one relaxes and sits back toward the table, the other letting her hands fall to her lap.)
Myself: (quietly) I just worry, you know?
Me: Yeah. I know.
Myself: (With a small smile) You're pretty pleased with yourself, huh?
Me: (Also smiling) ... yeah.
Myself: But... (Looking down at her hands in her lap) how can you be sure nothing bad will happen? How do you know?
Me: (As if just realizing her answer) I don't. Not really. I just don't let myself dwell on it. Just... just do it and be done. I said what needed to be said, and that's that. Simple really.
Myself: You sound so sure.
Me: It'll be fine. I promise.
Myself: But what if it's not?
Me: It will be. Maybe there will be a bit of an adventure before it gets to being alright, but it will get there. I know it.
(Momentary silence, length at the discretion of the actress)
Myself: (looking up) What did you say?
Me: (slowly) What would you have said?
Myself: ...(!) Oh. (smiles)
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