My Cluttered Mess

"Could you pass me the butter please, Anjana?" "Sure. Here you go" , replied Anjana, "This takes me back, you know... Varun used to love spreading butter all over his bread using the knife. He used to do it so methodically. And he'd give me half of it even though he absolutely hated sharing his food with someone." Her friends exchanged a worried glance among themselves. This was getting out of hand. It was six months already and she still hadn't gotten over the piece of shit boyfriend who cheated on her with her ex-best friend. They wondered how she was able to forgive him for that and how she was still waiting for him even though he was together with her ex-best friend. This had gone on too long now. Somebody had to say something. Maybe she needed an intervention. The others signaled Anu to muster up the courage and tell her what the whole gang thought. Anu shrugged, suggesting that it'd be better if someone else took up the job. While

"Interesting outlook on life you have there. Where did you come across it? Some book?"   asked the shrink. “Where do you think?”   I replied. “I think it's a coping mechanism that you developed after you had your breakup; after you were left to face your feelings all over again. And I know it must’ve been difficult. You must’ve felt the pain surging through your heart all over again, helpless to do anything about it. And at that moment you wanted to invent a way of hanging on to something that didn’t happen for you in real life. And the writer in you imprisoned everything you wanted to have so badly inside stories, adding some key memories to make it look authentic.” I noticed the gleam in the corner of his eye as he finished that sentence. Damn, he's good. Definitely living up to his reputation. He thinks he has me all figured out. I’ll feed him some more of my ideas. Let’s see how far he gets and then we’ll see who’s playing whom- I thought to myself. “Hmm.