A Dialogue between the Parts of Me

Inspired by psychodrama

N- Narcissist, U- Unhinged Bitch, W- Wisdom Figure

N: A queer thing this quest for perfectionism is, isn’t it? One struggles to attain an impossible standard of beauty, moral ideal, wrapped up in a cherry red bow of glistening financial success. But what’s life without this struggle? It’s meaningless. Hence, I struggle sorrowfully. I struggle gleefully.

U: You’re a queer one. Where did you develop this hunger to become a cookie cutter success? Did you pick it up in school, read about it in books, or perhaps, got convinced by some advertising billboard? Did your parents drum it into you when you were little? You are boring and a conformist. Your presence disgust me. You remind me of society’s unspoken rules.

W: I’m the wisdom figure. I’m here with you two for a short time. Use this time wisely. What question do you bring? Ask me a clear question.

N: Tell us, wise one, what is the meaning of life?

U: Fuck you N. Another cookie cutter cliche question. Ask a better question or I will light your hair on fire.

N: Well, that’s rude. Why don’t your highness ask the question then?