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two people meeting accidentally a great deal of time after crisis:

This is the first of a series of boring plays which are infinitely more interesting when performed where they ought to be.
This first one is on a BUS.

Woman sits alone
Bus approaches Man
and picks him up.
W:
M:
M sits down,
in the seat adjacent to W.
W:
M:
W: I thought that I…
//M: I’m sorry that I…
W: What?
//M: Sorry.
M: I’m sorry.
W:
M: ?
W: I thought that I was attracted to you.
M: You were.
W: No but I mean back there a few minutes ago. I didn’t recognize you.
M: Well (beat) I cut off all my hair.
W: No.
M: Yes.
W: You’re different. When you got on the bu-
M: Different? I’m the same. You’ve changed. You’ve got
W: ?
M: bangs.
W: and you’ve got -
M: muscles.
M/W: Hm.
W: You don’t like my hair.
M: No it’s more than that-
W: You know what? Nevermind. Just Nevermi-
M: Shut up.
W:
M: I would like you-love you I did love you but it’s just that.
M: people.
M: change.
W: and what? you’re saying that we
M: I’m saying that we changed eac-
//W: changed eachother.
W: I guess that makes sense.
M:
W:
M: ph(pause) pheromones and all that.
W: yeah I get it.
M: So. This is my stop. I’ll see you around?
W: Me too.
//M: Hm? What’s that?
W: This is my stop as well.
M:
M exits front.
W exits rear.

In a LIBRARY.
Two people potentially purposefully meeting a short deal of time after crisis.
Guy approaches Man
G: Would you like to take a walk?
M: No.
G: Would you like to sit and talk?
M: No.
G sits.
M
sits.
G: Are you doing well?
M: I can never tell.
G: Tell me? or yourself.
M: Hm.
G: Because there is a difference.
M: I’m on the fence. Built around those whom I can trust.
G: Me. Yourself.
M: I’m not so sure I see it anymore.
G: The fence?
M: The difference.
G: Maybe that’s the cure.
M: I feel like a whore.
G: I told you already not to guilty about it. We’ve all done our penance. Let’s be happy now.
M: How?
G: Stop being so dramatic and kiss me.
But they don’t.
G: I’d like to make this work but I’m going to need some assistance.
M:
G: Call me when you’re ready.
G leaves.
Moment passes.
M dials number.
M: I’m ready.
M gets up, leaves.
M: No he just left. Are you done already? I’m still hungry.

I have no pie chart to follow that up with. Rapid cycling I am familiar with. Ride the wave.

When I say I feel you, I mean I am there too. Was there, I mean.

I mean, to say. To, say.

Nonsense. Non, sense.

Anyway though, I stand by my man. Besides, I don’t even remember you with hair anymore! So what am I saying, hmm let me figure it out first…I’m saying that….I love you. There’s a good trick we play on ourselves where we fly kites in the spring and everything gets really happy. And I heard you might have just taken one advertising a…theatre piece. OUT of un arbre.

Or on the subject of being lonely
Or how I learned to stop worrying and cry for help
Or why, as of March 8th, 2009 I have decided not to kill myself

Because of surprises
Because of my immediate family and Megan
Because of the possibility of an Arts Collective
Because of my friends from high school who have been through too much
Because I am so afraid of dying

The following is a percentile division of the totality of the intolerable aspects of my depression:

SO I suppose don’t be concerned. Because friendships have proven to be worthless and because if not suicidal then nothing.