I: (whining) I never seem to get anything done. Other people have kids, they manage the house, the children and even jobs, and just look at me.
V: You do plenty. Who are these other people anyway?
I: Well, look at P. She does all this stuff for her daughter and here my son is lucky if he rates a massage once a month. I don't even cook for him.
V: She doesn't have to do any household work. And how do you know what she does all day anyway? Next.
I: Well, what about T? She just went back to work.
V: Who? Oh her. We hardly know them. You know even less of how well she copes. Who else?
I: There's R. She went back to work, and still manages to spend so much time with her son...
V: You sure she exists, right?
I: (Not really hearing him) ...and there's MM. She has two kids and had no maid and did all the work and freelanced.
V: You also do a lot... How do we know she really exists?
I: (struck by the thought at last) You mean they could just be syndicates?
V: Could be.
I: (cheered by the thought) Oh good.
I: (on further thought) You mean I could also be a syndicate of writers?
V: (by now barely awake) Sure.
And then we fell asleep.