Conversation one:
- Woman: Anyway I just don’t get it, jealousy. I’ve always figured, either they want you or they want the other person. What’s the big deal? Although I would want to know. My husband wouldn’t want to know. If you’re going to leave me, I’ll find out soon enough, he says.
Man: That is exactly how I have always felt. I’ve never understood jealousy one bit. And I wouldn’t want to know either. What good does it do? Someone cheats on me and feels guilty, don’t come confessing to me in hopes of feeling better. Suffer, man.
Conversation two:
- Woman: You’re not jealous of The Philosopher, are you? You understand, right?
Man: Of course. Do whatever you want. I know you love me. Go ahead and hang out with interesting people. Life’s too short not to. Anyway, I never really understood jealousy. I’m just not a jealous person.
Woman: Huh?
Man: What?
Woman: What about Break All Their Bones and stuff?
Man: What?
Woman: That’s what you said. If you caught any guy, you know, and so on.
Man: Pff. I said that?
if you’re going to be wearing a hidden wire (the only way by which you can get conversations so accurately), you’re going to have to expect that other people are also wearing wires. and recording your threats of bone-breaking and what not.
mmm, if you’re not jealous, why don’t you want to know? why is it cheating? why would she feel guilty? why is it a confession? genuinely curious–it’s a tangled tale …
Someone isn’t coming clean here. I think it’s the man. Does The Philospher work out with weights and take steroids?