Questions and Answers

Conscious 1: Why am I so darn unsatisfied right now?
Conscious 2: Idiot you know why.
Conscious 1: Why am I not unsatisfied enough to be depressed?
Conscious 2: Because you're a boring person.
Conscious 1: Why don't they like me as much as they like her!?  D:
Conscious 2: You know why. Also you are not a very likable person if you know what I mean.
Conscious 1: That was mean and depressing. Why am I even thinking this?
Conscious 2: Don't fight the truth as you perceive it. You're thinking this because it's part of your personality.
Conscious 1: I don't like my personality. Why did I have to get stuck with it?
Conscious 2: You know why.
Conscious 1: Why can't I be an interesting or prominent person??
Conscious 2: I never said you were unprominent or uninteresting. But hey, now that you're thinking it you are. And...you know the answer. No wonder you're not very likable.
Conscious 1: Yeah. I know. I don't think I'm anyone's first choice. Why do I am so high when it comes to other people? Why can't I settle for less?
Conscious 2: You can't.  The logical thing to conclude now is that they won't settle for less. i.e you.
Conscious 1: And I let it reduce me. No wonder I'm not prominent or interesting or likable. You know what, I hate you. Why do I even need a second conscious?
Conscious 2: I'm your reasonable side. Without me you'd be stupid and ignorant. :)
Conscious 1: And happy. If I am so darn unsatisfied now, what about later in life?
Conscious 2: You know. You'd be even more darn unsatisfied, considering this is the peak of your life.
Conscious 1: No, that was a month ago, thanks to you. Yet I am you. I am making myself even more darn unsatisfied by asking questions and knowing the answers. *sigh* Why do I do this to me?
Conscious 2: You know the answer.
Conscious 1: Why am I so darn unsatisfied right now?
Conscious 2: Idiot you know why.

And conscious 1 just keeps on asking questions it knows the answers to. Thoughts begin to loop, like on a broken record player. That's just all. You understand. You get it. Fine.
There is no ongoing journey. There is no pursuit, just stasis, with no beginning or end. You're just existing in your stasis of questions you know the answer to. Redundant, repetitive, they are the same thing, you bore yourself. I hate it when that happens. Sometimes you get a new depressing thought. Worse still is when the days begin to match, one after another in cycles. Rinse. Repeat.