Scratch my belly, Please

      Dollcee said, while commuting this morning, I thought, I really enjoy being the drummer of a popular culture band. However, being aware that I am probably a fictitious character; I should attempt to find out what other fictitious characters get up to.

      Cybo said, I can help you out there Dollcee. They eat a lot of wonderful food in stunning restaurants and are constantly meeting interesting and successful members of the opposite gender, who immediately love and respect them forever. They are healthy, smart, well off and are aware of everything that is happening in the world.

      Dollcee said, oh darn, I knew it. Fiction is so beautiful and satisfying. That proves beyond doubt, we are not fictitious characters, we are normal ordinary citizens who haven’t got a clue as to how the culture operates.

      Dos said, don’t get depressed about it Dollcee. Think about how many young female drummers there are amongst eight billion citizens that can get a groove going whenever they like.

      Dollcee said, I realize how fortunate my character is, but how come I don’t understand the culture I am part of. I am not interested in restaurant gluttony or exchanging body fluids with the opposite gender citizens.

      Cybo said, that is how I got suspicious of being fictitious, when I realized that my self-deception varied a lot to the views of the popular culture. I often wonder why I am in a popular culture band, when, I haven’t got a clue as to what culture is.

      Dos said, being obsessive about musicianship and often being described as vague, saves me from me introspection or psychological meltdowns. It’s not that I am some sort of beacon of stability, I simply couldn’t be bothered.

      Dollcee said, the more you want to be apart of the popular culture, the harder it is to understand what it is.

      Cybo said, we have questions, celebrities have staff and Padoke has fleas.

      Padoke said, I am only a pet that would appreciate his belly being scratched.