They’re bored. That’s what makes them most pathetic. Kinda harsh, but, no, they are. Don’t feel too much pity, but yeah, they’re bored. They have stopped even living all together besides their dinners and mental brainstorms. Wasting money, opportunities, and experiences left and right. They even made jokes to each other about being wasted. Life now seemed like it was in the second half for these two. They found the act of going through a day hard to cope with. Everything was boring. Snooze fest. If that wasn’t the case, the general feeling from the two while being in the outside world was critical. Trying to be understanding, not finding the understanding, finding the understanding but still feeling like it wasn’t beautiful. They were critical. That happens to some people. Existing in apathy and lack of amusement through the modern daily schedule. With these dinners, well, these dinners were now the bare minimum social engagement the two could bare. The dinners were used as a mechanism for the two to appreciate the act of having company, the two of them together. The guests had come and gone. Guests from all different walks of life. Crash dummies. Eat here, talk a little, some substance usage and games, see you later. Dinner dinner. Tonight they invited Josh over to give it a go, again. Give it yet another go at getting through one of these dinners without feeling that terrible urge to…[TO BE CONTINUED].