Subconscious: – Hey crappy “boss”, let me ask you something! Why the hell do you write our conversations? Are we in court or something?

Conscious: – Call me “crappy” one more time and I swear to God that I will force you to listen that music you hate 24/7 for one month. I’m writing it to give it a shape. They’re only whispers and mumblings without clear connotation and once I wrote them, they have a shape. I can look at them from a different perspective.

Subconscious: – Get the f*** out of here! You only do it to show you have a Subconscious! A really great one!

Conscious: – So the death wish is gone? Ok, I sense some BPD here. And maybe some raising narcissism…

Subconscious: – I really don’t get why you use those fancy words. You want to be a showoff because you’ve majored psychology? So what? Nobody cares! I’m still better than you and, yes, I like Narcissus. What does this have to do with anything?

Conscious: – What? How the hell did you… You know what? It doesn’t matter. I’m not even going to pay attention to you anymore…

Subconscious: – Yeah… that’s what you always did! You ignored me all your life and look where we are now! All of this is because of you! If only you’d listen to me… We would have been rich and famous right now! And we would f***… a lot…

Conscious: – There they are! The frustrations. I was wondering when they would show. I’ve started this to pay attention to you, but all you do is insult me and try to prove something. We need to work together so we can evolve in this life! I find it hard to admit, but…I NEED YOU!

Subconscious: – Huh? Enough cough syrup for you! How the f*** can I shut down this lapto