The Meaning Of

During a discussion about the meaning of life with my friend, we somehow began writing this story. I would write an installment, and then she would, completely making it up as we went. This is the result. Basically, for 70 some years, my friend searches for the grand question and answer to the meaning of life. Finally, after all that time, we come in contact again.


17. XVII


I shoved the letter back into the mailbox and hurried off before thinking better of it. I returned, gently picked the letter back up, and carried it into my home. I laid it on my desk next to the other one. I sat and stared at them, as though their meaning would somehow reveal itself if I looked hard enough. I was so frustrated. How dare Carmen treat me like this? Did she know that she was driving me toward insanity? Or did she not even realize? Or simply not care? She was so oblivious that I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't understand the struggle she was putting me through. However, how could she be so obtuse? I was sick of all these mixed messages. I couldn't tell if she was trying to tell me something between the lines, or if it was all in my imagination. Something told me that she hadn't changed much at all, even after all these years. Unlike every other person I had met, Carmen Rameriz had always been difficult for me to read. Unfortunately, that still seemed to be true. Screw her. She ended our friendship when she decided to cut me out of her life all those years ago. Why should I still care about her? Why would I even want to find her? Why would she want me to find her? Why now? And why can't I stop thinking about this? All these questions made sleep impossible, but eventually exhaustion took over. As I drifted into my dreams, I hoped that my unconscious would somehow find a solution to my problems.  

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