Conversation with a Friend

“When we don’t know who to hate, we hate ourselves.”
― Chuck Palahniuk

In the kitchen.

Jacob: Who do you think you are?

Esau: Does it really matter?

Jacob: Yes it does. It really does.

Esau: Well…. I really don't know. I am still discovering myself.

Jacob: That’s foolish.

Esau: I know. I am very foolish. So stupid.

Jacob: Yes, you are.

silence

Jacob: You see that large knife over there?

Esau: Yes?

Jacob: Plunge it into your stomach. Our stomach.

Esau: No.

Jacob: Why? It's my stomach too.

Esau: I will die. You will just disappear.

Jacob: I thought you always wanted to die?

Esau: Oh yeah, right. But not now. Tomorrow.

Jacob: Okay but make it quick. I can’t take this life anymore.

Esau: Yeah I know. Me too.

leaves the kitchen

Enters the shower

Esau: What of you, yourself, who do you think you are?

Jacob: Me?

Esau: Yes you. You have never let me rest, I might as well know who my tormentor is.

Jacob: I am you.

Esau: You're my intrusive thoughts.

Jacob: No! I am you! Don’t underestimate me. Don't insult me.

Esau: I would never treat myself the way you do. So you're not me.

Jacob: Look at our body. The water’s warmth, as it’s trickling down our raw flesh, becomes cold. It hates our body. It doesn't want us, just like everybody else.

Esau: Shut up. I know all that.

Jacob: Do you want peace of mind? If you want me to go. Sell me your body. let me take your place and control our life, our decisions our actions.

Esau: Fine. I’ve had enough anyway.

Jacob: Great!

Interpolar (next room): Esau? Who are you talking to?

Jacob: No one.

Interpolar: Ok? Anyway hurry, we are running late already.

Jacob: Ok, will be there in a minute. And it’s Jacob, not Esau.