just me talking to me

Me 1: Can’t you be more practical?

Me 2: Am I not practical enough?

Me 1: No, you’re always talking about your dreams and your ideals. What about making money? You have to live too, you know.

Me 2: Yes, I know I have to live, but tell me, how much money does one really need in order to live?

Me 1: …

Me 2: See? That’s what I mean.

Me 1: But you have to realize that when you get older you cannot think like this and you’ll be so sad when your little one asks you, “Daddy, can we go to Disneyland?” and you have to say no because you don’t have the money. That kind of regret will eat you up.

Me 2: If we can’t go to Disneyland, then we shall go have noodles in Chinatown.

Me 1: This is exactly the kind of thinking I’m talking about! One day you’ll pay for this and don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.

Me 2: Yes. Yes. I’ve heard all your warnings, and I’ve considered them, really, and my conclusion is that I want to live.

Me 1: Are you saying I’m not living? Are you saying I’m dead? Are you dissing me?

Me 2: No. I just worry that you might…

Me 1: Just say it. C’mon. Just say it. Be a man.

Me 2: I just worry that by the time you’re, say, 45, you’ll suffer from mid-age crisis and that wouldn’t be pleasant.

Me 1: Fluff.

Me 2: Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.

Me 1: I can’t wait to watch you starve on the streets.

Me 2: Now you’re being mean.

Me 1 walks away and Me 2 raises both hands up in the air --- ding ding ding --- Me 2 wins.
Now, the next round.