Puppet show

It is funny and sad when I look around myself – myself included. It is like a mechanical puppet show. I know which string to pull to get a certain reaction. I know what to say – we have been refining for years the very words that trigger specific responses. I still don’t know if we know each other too well or too little.

Sometimes I play around just to ease my boredom and frustration. I don’t even need to plan it any more, I just say the word, make the gesture or face to trigger the response I have seen or heard a million times over the years. We have not changed a bit. We are both, you and me, triggered by exactly the same things.

The only slight difference is that this time I am also observing the puppet show besides participating in it.

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