The truth is (for a whole bunch of reasons), my conscious mind
is fighting my subconscious mind.....
.the "conscious" guy is saying this is whole thing is crazy...
.. the "subconscious" girl is saying it's got to happen to be happy.....
The guy keeps explaining to the girl that to make the change they would loose everything....
.... the girl forgets the facts, and says "but we would just feel sooo much better".
But.... the conscious mind is smart, and he realises that if he could find the weak
spots in the girls defences, maybe by conceding in a few skirmishes he may
distract her enough to gain overall victory. Unfortunately although she guesses
what is happening, the girl has no power to prevent this tactic. So the
guy engages the advice of a therapist to help develop the "winning" strategy.
The girl has no answer to this plan, and she awaits the inevitable defeat,
clutching at the forlorn hope that the therapist will turn out to be a double-
agent, and switch sides to help her.
...but deep down she still knows there is one final option....
....the one terrible trump card that cannot loose...
....If only she can nag at him just loud enough, and long enough.....
....to shake hands with the Grim Reaper (just for a moment).....
.. Then he would loose all hope, and victory would be hers...
