A mid summer night hare (67)

Ackley says, “You have no idea how much I hate you.”

Emmy says, “Ackley, why don’t we do a little quiz. You say you hate me, right?”

Ackley says, “Yes, very much!”

Emmy says, “So why don’t you take a piece of blank paper and write down what about me that you hate. Write anything. As you like it.”

Emmy takes a piece of blank paper and passes it to Ackley. She hands him a pen.

Ackley then writes with much anger and fills the paper with unending words of hatred. He says, “There are so many things I hate about you. I have endured so much for these past 17 years. I won’t be able to finish even on the day after tomorrow.”

So Ackley has written Emmy’s shortcomings, one after one. The paper is full by now. But he doesn’t seem to stop. Emmy takes away this piece of testimonial and reads it out loud.

She cannot stop laughing, “hahahahaha”

Ackley says, “I hate you so much. How can you even laugh out loud? You knew about my discontent all along?”

Emmy says, “Would that make a difference anyways? All these years, we have both been acting in front of each other. All the world’s a stage.”

Ackley says, “Why do you seem so happy that I hate you?”

Emmy keeps on laughing so hard that she almost has stomach pain.

Emmy says, “This is too funny.”

Ackley says, “What are you laughing at? What’s so funny?”

Emmy cannot speak a word out because she is laughing so hard, “Jesus Christ, this is too funny. Let me finish laughing first.”

So Ackley sits in front of Emmy, looking at her laughing for minutes before she calms down again.

Emmy says, “You know what, you are such an idiot. You are even worse than a fool.”

Ackley says, “How am I foolish? I have 9As in my exam. I am smart!”

Emmy says, “Let me read out what you hate about me.”

So Emmy looks at that piece of paper and starts reading. She goes, “Okay, you think about all these again.”

Emmy’s eyes are almost tearing from her laughter and she begins to rap out her list of questions with rhyme.

Did I, Emmy Ran, ever lie?

Did I, Emmy Ran, ever cheat on you?

Am I, Emmy Ran, thick skinned?

Am I, Emmy Ran, desperately wanting to marry rich?

Have I, Emmy Ran, ever dated a man for his wealth?

Am I, Emmy Ran, evil?

Am I, Emmy Ran, a chicken?

Did I, Emmy Ran, lose my virginity in high school?

Did I, Emmy Ran, ever sell my soul and my body for rent, mortgage, promotions, academic results, business or any benefits?

Am I, Emmy Ran, a new immigrant?

Have I, Emmy Ran, ever engaged in unethical sex trades?

Have I, Emmy Ran, ever lived in those caged houses?

Did I, Emmy Ran, ever have sex with you in public or in elevators?

Have I, Emmy Ran, ever been to a public toilet with you?

Did I, Emmy Ran, ever have sex with you or your secret lover Derrick in a car?

Did I, Emmy Ran, ever take off my clothes on a plane?

Did I, Emmy Ran, ever sleep with your friends?

Did I, Emmy Ran, ever have one night stands?

Did I, Emmy Ran, ever seduce your friends?

Can I, Emmy Ran, not get pregnant?

Do I, Emmy Ran, ever have gynecological diseases?

Am I, Emmy Ran, ever infertile?

Have I, Emmy Ran, ever treated sex as a trade?

Have I, Emmy Ran, ever bought sex?

Have I, Emmy Ran, ever played a man?

Have I, Emmy Ran, ever treated love as a game?

Am I, Emmy Ran, living in poverty?

Am I, Emmy Ran, a slut?

Do I, Emma Ran, have a lot of sex partners?

Have I, Emmy Ran, ever used an opposite sex to have personal gains?

Am I, Emmy Ran, bisexual?

Am I, Emmy Ran, into chemsex?

Am I, Emmy Ran, ever indulged in sex and lust?

Have I, Emmy Ran, swapped husbands and wives?

Did I, Emmy Ran, ever engage in all night long sex marathons private drug parties?

Am I, Emmy Ran, a sex addict?

Am I, Emmy Ran, a chem-sex addict?

Am I, Emmy Ran, a drug addict?

Do I, Emmy Ran, have breast cancer?

Do I, Emmy Ran, have STDs?

Do I, Emmy Ran, have HPV?

Do I, Emmy Ran, have diabetes?

Do I, Emmy Ran, live an indecent private life?

Am I, Emmy Ran, an idiot?

Do I, Emmy Ran, think of myself as a genius?

Do I, Emmy Ran, hate men?

Emmy smiles when she says this, “Let me be brutally honest with you. All these things you hate about me are your own weaknesses. I am never the person you imagine me to be. On the contrary, these things you hate about me are exactly what you hate about yourself in private.”

So Emmy blasts out a list of Ackley’s problems and crimes.

Emmy says, “You are a pathological compulsive liar. You lie every minute. You are self-proclaimed genius and self made boy with ungrounded confidence. You want to marry a richer woman so you date a girl you don’t love. You are evil. You are Donald Duck. You are a man whore dorsett. You are a dead wrong male prostitute. You lose your virginity to a sixty year old chicken in primary school. You betray your wife and girlfriends. You sell your body to your clients, your seniors, your bosses and anyone. You and Hareta are new immigrants at heart so you treat Hong Kong like the city of glass. You engage in sex trades because you grew up in brothels. That Hareta even lost her virginity to her landlords for rent. You falsely claim that I suck your dick in elevators. Your bathroom in dorms is unisex, so open but I never have had sex with you in public or private ever. Never done! You like sex on a beach and you fuck transgenders but the one who fucks you in a car is your homosexual lover, Derrick Lee. You and him are 1010 and you two like 69. You fabricate stories about me fucking you on a plane. You cannot tell apart fingers and penises. You fuck every friend of mine, female and male. You cheat on me. You have one night stands in Lan Kwai Fong and Taipei. You are impotent. You are infertile. Your kidney is about to shrink and burst. You have abnormal prostate problems. You see sex as a trade. You buy sex like every day. You play women. You treat love like a game. You are ready, player one? You are a faggot. You are a douchebag. You are a man whore. You have over 1000 sex partners before 30. You use women. You are bisexual. You are a chem-sex addict. You are lustful. Your libido runs wild everyday. You swap wives. You have regular all night long sex marathon private drug parties. You take drugs. You have anal sex so much that you have anus cancer. You have Hepatitis ABCDEFG. You have HPV, syphilis, chlamydia, gonorrhea, genital warts, herpes, HIV. Your penis is crooked and it turns blue when you get erected. You have shrinking balls and a dysfunctional prostate. You have diabetes so bad that you need to have your limbs chopped off. You have awfully heinous, abhorrent dirty private life. You are an idiot, yet you call yourself a genius. You hate women and you look down on women. You objectify females.”

Emmy turns on her softly polite voice again and says, “Do you realize that what you hate about me has been exactly what you hate about yourself subconsciously? To make yourself feel better, you project all your mistakes and despicable traits onto me and call them my flaws? You like to imagine that you are not alone. You like to imagine that I am just as bad. You ignore your own issues. Right from the beginning, I never change. Never done. I never committed the things you accuse me of. You imagine all of these. You wish that others would make the same mistakes as you did. You wish that someone you feel jealous of is just as bad as you. That’s just your wish. I never did anybody wrong. I have full conscience and I shall never feel sorry to be victimized. But you, you have been fabricating all these stories about me just to make yourself feel better. There is a term in psychology for this. It is called “psychological projection.””

Emmy continues without much emotion, “But you have hurt me so much. Are you feeling any better? Do you gain anything from damaging my reputation? Do you get what you want to get? Did you succeed ever? Have you obtained what you have wished? You gain nothing from this. All you get is temporary ephemeral guilty reliefs in your imaginary world. In reality, I haven’t changed a bit. I am still me. It all stems from your inferiority complex. Don’t try to blame it on others.”