State of Affairs

"Speak to me like you want to say something," she said with conviction.

"I want to hear your voice. I want to feel your desire. Speak - don't mouth."

"But I don't know what you mean," he quibbled back.

"You're not being very direct."

"Shut up. Just do it."

"Do what?"

"How many times do I have to tell you? How many times do I have to guide you on each step? Can't you do things on your own? You have a brain, don't you? You have the ability to perceive, analyze and react, yes? Are you listening? Is any of this making sense to you? Do you know how to relate to other people in a constructive manner?"

"I... I don't know what you mean."

"Listen pal - I'm not here to hold your hand. I'm not even here to listen to what you have to say. You've been given a chance to prove yourself and you're wasting it away on stupid questions and stupid excuses. Instead of asking others what to do maybe you should try offering up your own answers. If you don't do anything on your own, speak what you need to speak and do what you need to do - what are you? Are you a pawn? A dummy? A little doll on the end of someone's finger?"

"I'm not a doll."

"Good. At least you're making a stand now. So the next step is actually coming through with this statement and proving to yourself - and maybe even to me - that you've got the cajones to do shit. Can you do that for me? Or maybe, can you do that for yourself?"

"I'll try? I think? Here, let me go--"

"Don't ask for my approval ever again. I don't control you."

"But you just told me to do--"

"Stop."

"What?"

"Just stop."