Your hands are safe! · 6:09am Nov 13th, 2017
"Hey, wanna hear a funny story from that time I was institutionalized?" I shout into the void.
The void doesn't shout back, it just stares, which is rude. I decide to tell the story anyway.
"Once upon a time," I say, settling down in front of the void for storytime. "I was institutionalized."
The void probably finds this all fascinating, I think, so I continue on, and pat the ground beside me, inviting the void to sit down next to me and get comfy.
"See, they had this sign up for how to sanitize your hands, and, being the little sassypants we were, my new friends and I tried out the hand sanitizer instructions. It involved scissoring your fingers together like this," I say, and show the void what I'm talking about. The void, seated next to me with its legs crossed, is trying to mimic my motions.
"We finally finished the instructions, step-by-step, and the last one just showed glowing hands, and the words 'YOUR HANDS ARE SAFE', so we all held up our hands and shouted 'OUR HANDS ARE SAFE!' It was the most fun I had there, in the 72 hours of hell." I smile, and the void stares at me, probably awestruck at my awesome story.
I stand up, and help it to its feet. I hold up my hands in the air, and it copies me, and there we stand, the void and I. We shout together, our odd voices raised and warbling together.
"Our hands are safe!"
hey, anyway you can give me some of that insanity?
It occurs to me you could probably process this experience in bite sized pieces through writings
....Methinks you should not talk to the voids anymore.