To be or Not to be...
-Not Hamlet. Not Gimlet either. “That moment, I felt like jumping out of that window,” he said. “Why didn’t you?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I am notorious for such out-of-time comments. “Dude,” he said with what sounded like exasperation, “I’m hungry. Besides, that’s gonna happen soon anyways.” The last time we talked was exactly a year ago and I vaguely remember him talking of something not very different. Decembers never did him any good- Poor guy! Last year, he had just been ditched by a girl he loved. This year, he was ditched yet again. By the same girl. So, yeah! Anyways, while I was thus regaled confided in, I was part-amused, part-appalled at his monumental stupidity. I mean, I got burnt only once before I’m awfully cautious every morning with the geyser. Mind you, this was the guy who once told me: “A tragedy is that moment where a hero comes face to face with his true identity…” Of course I later found he nicked the line from Aristotle.