Mr. Boring and The Puppet

What if you realised that someday a friend of yours claims he faced sheer of monotony whenever there is a conversation between both of you? This subject has no introduction to what contributed to this occurrence. A slight fade in the colourful bonding you both have probably? I see things both simple and undeviating; the words “B-O-R-I-N-G” are clearly painted on my countenance. If each tête-à-tête seemed like an obligation only requested from one person, then the values of a close conversation is nothing compared to a person who pulls one’s neck in order to force a puppet talk reluctantly.

The puppet couldn’t be blamed, this should be judged from both perspectives; the puppet and the puller. It maybe the puller’s fault for being too boring or childish and puts the puppet in a dull conversation akin to placing him in a claustrophobic room, or is it the puppets fault for not wanting to care for this person? Either way… this brings no end.

I wonder if I am a boring person, pulling a puppet’s neck in order to prise open a conversation. If so, I take a step backwards hoping that the puppet is desirable to make its first step to paint back the colours of friendship I once own.