More friends than you can imagine

a conversation

July 6, 2007 - Friday

"Jamison, i have written a new song"

"yeah?" asked jamison.

"i did."

"ok."

"Do you want me to sing it for you?"

"Sing what?" jamison said.

"the song i just wrote, man."

"Ok."

"ok?"

"yeah, ok." jamison stated in a defeated huff.

"nah, you dont act like you wanna hear it, ill just surprise you when you least expect it."

"i do want to hear. I want nothing more right this minute than to hear this song you wrote. i want to hear it and i want to hear it NOW!" jamison exclaimed.

"you say that now, but i mean, just five seconds ago you didnt. i read your body language. you're being a dufus."

"i'm not being a dufus, i have a splinter in my finger, JEEZ." jamison pouted.

"let me see it."

"no, you were going to sing the song."

"song?"

"yea, the song you wrote, remember?"

"it can wait. i need to see this splinter. i am calling your bluff."

"oh, i have a splinter, but it will be a cold day in hades before i show it to the likes of you." jamison said defiantly.

"thats what i thought."

"are you going to sing that song for me or what?"

"are you sure you want me to?"

"yes, for pete's sake, i wanna hear the song."

"i'll sing the song, but if your splinter is going to distract you, then i won't."

"dont sing it then, whatever."

"ok, ill sing it. [now singing] its the circle of liiiife. More friends than YOU can imagine. its the circle of life."

"stop. i have heard that before."

"no you havent i just wrote this song."

"i have heard that before. that candle in the wind guy sang that, but it didnt have the more friends part. More friends than you can imagine? what does that mean?"

"what do you mean, "what does that mean"?"

"how can you have more friends than you can imagine? is that more friends than i can image or more friends than you can imagine?"

"its subjective."

"i mean, i can imagine alot of friends."

"how many can YOU imagine?"

"alot".

"define alot, is that like forty?"

"no. forty is keeping it in the box, i can imagine an infinite number of friends."

"how?"

"how what? how can i imagine an infinite number of friends or how is that keeping it in the box?"

"the infinite part."

"i dont know. i just see a line of friends that never stops."

"what do their faces look like?"

"it doesnt matter."

"sure it does."

"well the line is so long that i cant imagine the faces til they get closer to me. the people in the back of the line are kinda blurry."

"i could imagine an infinite number of friends plus one."

"thats stupid."

"no its not, its mathematics. simple mathematics."

"why dont you go ahead and imagine infinity plus infinity then."

"now thats just crazy talk."

"you're right, that is crazy talk."

"no kidding."

"this whole conversation is ridiculous."

"dont say such hurtful things, its makes for a rather unpleasant conversation. Besides, imagining lots of friends isnt crazy, its nice. If everyone imagined more friends than they could imagine, everybody would be friends and we wouldnt have wars and murders and telemarketers."

"maybe."

"have you ordered your scooter yet?"

"we should really discuss that at the meeting."

"whens the meeting?"

"tonight. save it til then."

"ok, i gotta jet."

"see ya buddy"...[humming to himself] its the circle of liiiiife, more friends than you can emajeeeeen"