Stupidity

There will never be such mustard again.

"I hope the thought of writing our story never occurs to you," said the Fool. His tone wasn't a question, but a warning, a certainty.

And at that moment, it occurred to her that she probably would never understand Stupid. In fact, she'd never cared about understanding him. She was happy when he came to visit her; they had a similar sense of humor—though Stupid was more likely to be amused by Stupid's, while Stupid sometimes just smiled to indicate that Stupid had managed to say something funny. Stupid could sense Stupid's needs—he was six years older than her, but sometimes she felt like she was playing the role of his deceased mother—she would hug him, promise him everything would be alright, that it was over, let him calm down. When they met, Stupid immersed herself completely in Stupid's life. I remember once they went to the mountains for a few days. A few walks, hiking, and sex. Sex everywhere. Stupid—still feeling like Stupid's mother—couldn't even bring herself to orgasm. Stupid's constant attempts finally began to irritate her. She decided to pretend. If she was pretending to be a mother, why couldn't she fake an orgasm? "When they met, the Fool would immerse herself entirely in the Fool"—that was enough for her. They spent five days in the mountains. Later, the Fool took the Fool to his place for the weekend. But before that Later, the Fool and the Fool created the Time Before. And the Time Before, the Fool wanted to experience something "for the first time" with the Fool at all costs. He once brought a bag of amphetamine. He carefully prepared the line. "For your first time, take half." The Fool took the good advice and snorted half. Unfortunately, the Fool had to get home quickly, so he left the Fool alone. She must have gone somewhere then. To a concert. To a few bars. She walked around the city like never before. Everyone was so clear. The conversations were so exciting. And suddenly, the day was over. And to the Fool, it seemed as if only an hour had passed since she left the house. Time Before, it was also the case that Dumb and Dumb took amphetamines for two years. From what I understand, they took two days off each time they took them. Time Before, Dumb realized she was weaker than Dumb. When she was running out of amphetamines and knew she wouldn't catch the Supply Man for the next day, she felt she was in a hopeless situation. She called Dumb, but Dumb was busy. Dumb couldn't talk. Dumb wouldn't answer the phone. Dumb said, "Dumb, what are you, a junkie?" Dumb hated Dumb. Later, when Dumb took Dumb to his place for the weekend, everything was incredibly unreal for Dumb. The woman in the store she paid for her beers. Dumb's friend in the parking lot. The movie they watched together, something by Malkovich, I think, was unreal. And the sex was completely unreal. Apparently, they made love until morning. The fool felt that what was happening around her was not so much unreal as it was happening on a parallel plane to the one in which everything was certainly real. In which, for example, I am, or you are. She felt that everything that was happening around her could not really be happening. The fool killed the fool. He killed her when he said,She only snorted half a line. I don't know if it's true, but apparently, I sometimes see Głupia and Głupi in my town. They look like they're stuck with each other. Głupia sometimes sees a psychiatrist—she's started having some kind of paranoid psychosis, and Głupi—apparently believes that the people he meets during the day know everything about him, that even on TV they know Głupi is addicted. Głupia laughs at him. But Głupi only says that she hasn't understood anything yet.

This is, in short, the story someone once told me not to write. I lack the courage to write any longer.