March 13, 2009

• Words, Randomly Assembled

  Marcus leaned in and folded his hands authoritatively on the table as he began to pronounce, “You know Jason, you really need to clean up your act.  Like, really.  You sleep in late, you don’t get ready for anything, you never wash your clothes.  You don’t study, you don’t have a job, and all you eat is easy mac four times a day.  You really need to figure things out.”
  “Wow,” Jason said, putting down his magazine, ”could you get a little harsher?”
  “I’m just sayin’,” Marcus responded casually.
  “Oh, ok,” Jason said rolling his eyes, ”you’re just saying.  So you don’t actually mean anything you just said?  In fact, you weren’t even thinking it.  You just so happened to say those exact words and in that exact order, but you don’t actually agree with what those words mean when said in that order.  It was just a random spew of words from nowhere that you were—in fact—just sayin’.“ 
  “Yes,” Marcus agreed.
  Jason stared at Marcus with narrowed eyes for a moment before he spoke.  “Oh. Well, alright,” Jason strung his words out, quietly confused, “As long as you say so . . .  that’s kind of weird, but I guess we all have our quirks.” 
  “You calling me QUIRKY?” Marcus began in an offended tone.
  “Oh,” Jason quickly shot back, ”I was just sayin’.”

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