Conversations With A Soup

For the lack of a better word, as I still don’t know what I’m in...Lets call it this.

It is warm in here, I feel good in it, I feel like being in this soup will only do me good. Right then, I think, what the heck? Im in a bloody soup, Its not normally where people want to be.

So i decide to confront it pleading my case.

Soup- do u like being here?

Me- Yes

S- Do u want to be here forever?

Me –I don’t know. its good here and all, but a lifetime needs a lot of thinking.

S- I don’t have that time. I’m gonna go cold

Me- please don’t

S- I can’t help. I can’t be warm forever you know

Me- I understand completely (and trust me I do)

S- Then decide

Me- I still can’t. I know this is good, but somewhere I’m thinking whether this is the right soup? Did I really want to get in this? Or is it that there was no other and hence this? The very basis of me getting here is in question. What will happen to you if I stay? What will happen to me if I don’t?

S- I can’t answer those questions. It’s you who has to decide.

Me- True again. But what will help me decide? 

So, I call up my friend. He says (and I can’t blame him for that because he was not here when I did it) “dude...When you are in the right soup…you just know”

(A comforting pizza and a sleepless night later…)

S- So?

Me- The easiest way out seems to be me getting out of here. But I don’t want to do that either. I cant deny the fact that this soup is the tastiest yet. Its like I want to be here…but I cant. And if I think of getting out of here…I still can’t. 

S- I don’t blame you. Stay here for a little while longer.

Me (to myself)- Fuck me.

PS- may not be very well thought out or aptly named....hence the tag