In this dialogue, I am having a conversation about the loss of the middle child. The two characters are me and myself.
Me: Just don’t stand there, Save me, I need help.
Myself: What are you so worked up about, you are not dead yet.
Me: The middle child is loosing ground in the USA.
Ms: People are not having as many children. We are starting to immigrate from many troubled places around the planet.
Me: I know, but why is my sperm count so low. Why am I single?
Ms: I don’t know, and don’t be so disrespectful about ‘me’.
Me: Okay, I am confused about health, life, nationalism. I am in fear of a way of life.
Ms: Better talk about it some more. Maybe do more reading and writing on the topic.
Me: Is it the real topic or is it nationalism, racism, immigrants, war, poverty?
Ms: You know it is all those things.
Me: Weird being a problem child.
Ms: Good to see you have a sense of humour about yourself and the situation.