Talking To Tommy version 1.2

Suffsaying of the day: If you put a 'u' next to a 'w', do you call it a triple u?

Continued from Talking To Tommy version 1.1...

"Suffy boy," Tommy said, as he floated cross-legged next to me in the cosmos of my cerebrum. "You do know that everytime we talk, it means something drastic's happening to you."

"Well, you won't here last week when my zipper -"

"Suffy! You know you're gonna blog about this convo. You wouldn't want anybody reading about that. Especially guys. They'd really feel your pain."

I cringed at the memory of the pain. "Yeah that was drastic. Okay jamalize that. Back to the point. Tommy, I have so many things to sort out..."

Tommy knocked me on my head with his chicken drumstick. Ignoring my cry of, 'Ouch, you fucker!', Tommy said, "No you don't. Remember what you were talking to the guys about in the bus? Leaving here? Going away. Yeah that jazz. That's one thing you gotta sort out. Also - "

"Yeah, alright glory glory hallelujah, bitch," I stopped Tommy mid-speech. "But what does that have to do with hitting me on the head?"

Tommy stared at me. Otherwise, he ignored what I said. "ALSO, you have some self-esteem issues that you just have got to clear real soon. It's making you push people away. Sometimes it brings you to a heady level of antagonism that nobody could ever associate with you. You're Suffian Hakim, dude. You're not supposed to be associated with depression or melancholy or other fruits like that."

I sighed, 5 years of memories weighing down on me. "Haha, "I'm Suffian Hakim". That used to mean something, man. Then I had that big tussle inside my head between growing up and standing by my beliefs, and now, everything's just a mess."

Tommy whacked me across my temples with his drumstick again. "Ha Ha Ha Ha," he said. "This is fun!"

"Screw you, you zero-dimensional fictional character!" I exclaimed. "You know, you say all this like it's something small and insignificant that I can easily deal with. I can't, man. I can't. I can't believe I'm finally saying I can't, but I can't."

Tommy pondered on this for awhile. Then he said, "So what you're saying is you can't say you can't?"

"Tommy you dickwhack!"

"But you said - "

"I will smack you so hard, you'd feel something non-imaginary for once in your life." My universe burned red and its precarious suspension in my mind looked on the verge of collapse.

"Whoa," Tommy said with a distressed edge to his voice. "Somebody's angry. Very angry."

At being reminded I was going overboard, I calmed. "I'm sorry, Tommy. I'm just...scared. I'm afraid my misjudgements are going to bring me to a place I don't want to be in. And I'm scared it'll also be a place I cannot get out of."

Tommy swung his drumstick, but I shot my hand out and caught it mid-whack.

"You're learning, Suffy," said my imaginary friend. "Slowly maybe, but surely. Just remember, keep those you hold dearest close to you. You're going to need them. You aren't friends with them for 7 to 10 years for nothing."

I smiled, remembering my 5 best friends.

"But I really feel you're a few more misjudgements away from losing them. And if that keeps up, you'll lose the universe you're in too. And I'll cease to exist, and everybody in here will die out too. Everybody, including Mummy, Jamal, Tha Doctor, Larry Inglewood, Stan Jallalabad." Tommy paused, then said, "Dude, you'll never even hear from Preenkafkafmulumulugerbil-Nyoh anymore."

"Hell, you mean I'll never talk to Zack anymore?" I pondered on this, and realised it was not too big a deal. I paused, taking in all that Tommy had advised me.

Suddenly, my physical eye burst opened as my physical ear picked up the sound of feet going up the stairs in the physical world of my home. I opened the door to see my mom, just back from work. The first thought to hit my head was an impulsive, negative, almost vindictive one.

In my mind's eye, I saw the sudden dejected droop of Tommy's shoulders. With a sigh, and shaking his head, Tommy turned and walked away into the nebulous corner he came from...