“Sometimes I wish I could fall asleep”, Tania said.
“Excuse me? You slept the entire night!”, I screamed.
“Honestly, I believe you need to give a fuck, if you really want things to happen”, she said, as if we were in the middle of another conversation. She used to change topics in the very same way kittens look at any moving object. Her eyes explored the entire bedroom.
“What do you mean, dear?”, I asked her.
“You know... like when you really don't want things to happen, and, actually, they don't...”, she murmured. Her eyes stopped at the corner of the bedroom. A spider was climbing up the wall.
“I don't follow you, so far”, I complained.
“C'mon! I don't believe you...! But, for instance, when you really want something to happen and it never happens... and the opposite, when you don't care about something and then it happens sooner than you'd ever imagined...”, was her confusing answer.
I had a coughing attack and I got exhausted. For a moment, I thought I was about to vomit and to hyperventilate and to get paranoid once again.
