Cut to shady evening in village-ish town:
You are so crazy cock sure of yourself, I say. How can you be like that?
Smirk, you are fuckin anglicized babe! How the fuck can you say things like "Yes, I believe so"? Say "yes" or "no". It's as simple as fuckin'! Pretty clean huh? Oops, did I put it too rough?
Stop with the sarcasm and I'll explain. I can never be too sure and that is why I say I believe, yes for now.
While cocky sure young hearts like you may or may not evolve in their minds, I am already troubled by the big picture.
What the hell are you saying! chill out!
I ain't saying you need to evolve or mature but there will be a day when you will grow old and less attractive and less rich and lonely, your mirror will show wrinkles of self doubt and you will suddenly begin to wonder: what now? How am I gonna deal with this self now?
Let's do a flashback into your young past till then.
Cut to dark hostel bedroom:
Bird's eye view shot of you on top, doing what you think is the best you can do now, sex. What if no matter how much you went up and down me and hurled me and spanked me and bruised my collar with bites, I lay there as unsure, obsessed about happiness and other eye widening metaphysical questions that have troubled ancient men for centuries? I cut to you then, and see this tiny young human at the most fertile juncture of his miniscule space of a spot called life, breathing it away. You are little, indeed, so sure and unable to see. I turn to the other side and close my eyes.
Cut to you, tight close up. Those lines of annoyance and frustration, you can't understand what's wrong and you are wondering whose not up to it. You have had days of screaming your lungs out but that didn't help. You turn the other way and sleep.
Cut to morning table at coffee.
Telephone rings. Some psychic call center query. Did you have sex last night?
Ummm... I believe, yes...
The person on the other end in their mind (What the fuck is "i believe yes!" Either you have it or you don't!)
I told you it's never so simple...
