Clementia: "You need to hear about my obsession! The world must know, and I'm starting with you!"
Conscientia: "I'd rather not talk about it right now. Let's talk about it later."
Clementia: "No, not later! I'm going to confess right here, right now! Here goes:"
Takes a deep breath.
"I LOVE JAZZ!!! Lovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelove!!!"
Gasps for breath.
Conscientia: "Well, now that that's over with, let's talk. Maybe we can get you over this obsession if we talk it through while it's out in the open."
Clementia: "Okay!"
Conscientia: "All right now, I'm going to ask you some questions, and I want you to just give me honest answers from your heart. Are you ready for the first question?"
Clementia: "Yep!"
Conscientia: "How long have you been obsessed with basketball players?"
Clementia: "Huh?"
Conscientia: "Is it their sweaty bodies and sleek musculature that you view with such complete adoration, or is it the hardcore, neck-in-neck nature of the game?"
Clementia: "—WAIT!!! What are we talking about? I said JAZZ!!!"
Conscientia: "That's what I thought you said."
Clementia: "I meant the MUSIC!!!"
Conscientia: "Oh. I thought you meant the basketball team."
Clementia: "Why on earth would I be thinking about basketball? Life is all about MUSIC!!! Everything is about music! Who cares about basketball, anyway?"
Conscientia: "Shhh! Lots of people love basketball. You don't mind it, yourself."
Clementia: "Maybe, but I LOVEJAZZLOVEMUSICLOVEJAZZMUSICLOVE!!!
As Clementia's eyes cross in rapture, Conscientia throws her hands in the air and gives up.
Clementia: "Oh, Conscientia—you know what else I love to obsession? Chocolatechocolatechocolatechocolatechocolatechocolatechocolate!!!"
On second thought, this post may not be all that true to life. My sister says she doesn't think I even have a Conscientia. Well, I say I do, but obviously Clementia usually wins.
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