Misery's a Company

Yes, yes. I get ample moral supports from here and there.

Out of the blue...

M: Isn't it odd? I'm a writer but I have problems in communication.

J: Aren't all writers like that?
(pause)
How come you have no problem communicating with me?

M: Heh. I do have problems, you just didn't know it yet.
(pause)
Well, now you know.
(silent)
*moans*

J: What's wrong?

M: It's... all these... young writers. They're so young and seemingly so depressed and... all their lives are so, so, so miserable. And they're only so young! I mean..it's just so...
AARRGGHH!

J: Heheh. But misery makes the best writers. Joyce was miserable. He made excellent pieces.

M: Yes, I know. But... *moans*

J: They say it's the writers' sport. Writers live a miserable, sorrowful lifes. It gets the brain some exercise.

M: HAHAHA. So am I qualified? I'd make a good writer, right? I mean, you did say you can't promise me anything, and... 'be prepare to lead a live full of sorrow', wasn't that what you said to me?

J: pffft...