Story of a lost journalist

March 22, 2008

Me, myself and Jim

Filed under: Conversation,Imagination,Jim and Me Conversations — Cris @ 12:42

It was night time when one side of the world had turned off its lights a few hours before and when I, belonging to the same side was about to do the same. After a few minutes of blaming the whole universe for putting me on the wrong side of the world, I was about to rest my ever-working mind to a 14-hour slumber when my fancy pal Mr Jim started talking.

Jim: Hey Cris! I’m not letting you go to sleep without finishing those 2 newspapers.

Me: Hey! What are you? My boss or my buddy?

Jim: Oh lets not get carried away here Missie

Me: Yeah

Jim: I’m your boss and it stays that way. No friendship in business.

I considered knocking him down and strangling him. But I changed my mind. I hated disturbing the natural position of my muscles. They weren’t possibly strong enough for any movement. Fourteen hours of sleep later I’d be strong enough for some major man-killing. In the mean time, I could satisfy myself with a few lovely beautiful murder dreams my 24-hour-working mind would cook up for me. I have a feeling Jim sensed my thoughts. He was having that ugly smirk on his face that said “mind that worked for 24 hours in all her 24 years of life hah. One hour of mind-working every year boy thats costly”

A little later

Me: I will read that newspaper tomorrow

Myself: So you are not going to read that novel either?

Me (looking around): If Jim is not around, I will

Myself: But this is ridiculous. You are afraid of a character you imagined!

Me: Alright so who are you?

Myself: I am your self!

Me: So am I but that’s not possible. There cant be 2 my selves, I am just one person

Myself (blushing): That’s true

Me: G’nite

Myself: Hey wait a minute so what about Jim? Whose self is that?!

Me: Too late. Time up!

And I went deep under the covers with my novel in hand. My self sighed.



  1. hahaha…Irene = Jim 😉

    Comment by justajester — March 23, 2008 @ 17:26 | Reply

  2. I am sure that you must have accidentally turned on a transmogrifier in your house or may be a Duplicator

    Comment by Minking Than — May 18, 2008 @ 00:17 | Reply

  3. Loneliness is the mother of character creation, but all the characters behave similar to someone we know someone, whom we wish to be with us in loneliness.

    Comment by Javed Miandad — January 14, 2012 @ 23:40 | Reply

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