A little while ago a colleague installed a chocolate box on my desk for charity, since then I’ve acquired an extra role: people’s consciousness. They come to me to dialogue with themselves, mostly about two things: chocolate and money.
‘Look, I didn’t have breakfast, I’m being naughty.’
‘I don’t know how you can do it, have the box on your desk…’
‘Oh that’s my favourite, we still have it!’
‘I’ll deposit $5 in case I need more chocolate later on.’
‘This chocolate box is bad. But I like it.’
‘I’m coming to look at the chocolate box, to see if I want one or not.’
Person walks away… half an hour later.
‘I want one.’
‘I’ll put some money in okay! I promise.’
‘A-ha!’ (When they found the one they wanted.)
(Uommmmmmmmmmmmm Person comes on an electric scooter.)
‘Here we go… I just needed a chocolate.’
Person buys a chocolate.
(Person moves away on the scooter uommmmmmmmmmmmmm.)
‘You are to be my witness, here is $5, I’m taking $4 back.’
‘I had a big workout last night, I deserve all the chocolates I want.’
‘I need more chocolate, it’s so bad, can’t wait until it’s gone!’
(Looking so happy with a mouth full of chocolate.)
‘I’ll be back’ said to the chocolate box.
They come in a group of 3;place their faces inside the box in a huddle, pulling one or the other out.
‘I thought you liked the cherry one.’
‘No, I prefer this one.’
‘I’ll ask for another box in.’
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