the pure oddness that is a 2am conversation....

2 am is a really magical time of day. everyone is too tired to make sense. some of my most interesting memories happened at 2 am....this night was no different. i was laying thinking and chatting to Jas about nothing in particular when she began to question my train of thought so in an attempt to explain it, we managed to start a long and complicated thread. after we had finished, and Jas was tucked up a-sleepin' i thought to write an account of the whole surreal buisness so as not to forget it...

"I am actually starting to worry about the way my brain works, and Jas's willingness to go along with it all.

After a half hour conversation about hair thieves and why they would want to steal toothpaste; toast and tomatoes were introduced into the scenario.

Upon further reflection and additional enquiries it was established that the people stealing toast had stumps for arms as they are so poor they sold their hands and their elbows for money, which they gambled away. And in fact, they are so poor they cannot afford clothing or any help other than their dogs, which have been trained to steal the bread. It was also found out that the tomatoes were in the form of ketchup because they couldn’t afford jam…. I suggested that they go and make jam from fruit, and while I felt that this was a plausible scenario, Jas reminded me that they could not afford a garden in which to grow said fruit. It was this tangent that revealed the characters disabilities, as when I suggested that they just go walking and pick local fruits, she divulged that they were disabled and therefore could not go walking. My solution to this was for them to drag themselves along and collect fruit in baskets tied to their backs…. although I was sharply reminded that they could not afford baskets.

These characters seem to me to be very unfortunate. I asked how they have survived so long and apparently, they’re meagre existence is owed entirely to the bread and ketchup (ketchup because they do not know the taste of real tomatoes). I offered that perhaps butter on the toast would add to the nutritional value of their one and only meal and it transpires that they are all severely lactose intolerant and any speck of butter would kill them instantly.

I am not sure how this conversation became so surreal, or in fact why it started in the first place, but what I do know is that this sort of conversation is becoming more and more frequent, and I’m not sure whether I should be glad that I’ve found someone willing to play along with my random trains of thoughts, or worried about how involved she was getting with the whole situation..."
after a lot of consideration i think I’ll stick with the former, it makes me feel a little better about my general brain activity xD