I can't even recall when I started looking for a talking television. It must have been a long time ago. But I still remember why.
The very first time that I noticed this new model was occasionally on the telephone. I was so astonished at that time that my mind twisted. My world turned up-side-down. It took me a long long time to accept the fact that there wre talking televisions. Although I have never had a chance to witness this high-tech product in person, deep in my heart I knew it was out there somewhere.
One day, my friend Mark called me and complained about his girlfriend. "I called her at 6:00 in the morning, and I swear to god I heard someone call her name. She told me it's just television. Bullshit! Would a television call your name?"
Still, I didn't know why he mentioned my dog. But as a friend, I did my best to calm him down.
"Oh, those talking televisions again!",I said.
"My ex-girlfriend used to have one. I'm kind of sure that her model was far more advanced than your girlfriend's. My ex-girlfriend's television could even carry on a conversation. I wondered if that model made breakfast too. Because I heard the television asked my ex that if she wanted breakfast. You know those Japanese freaks have always come up with these weird inventions. Take it easy, that's really no big deal."
"Hey! Did you ask her where she bought it? Is it a SONY or a Toshiba?",I asked with eager.
"Fuck you!",he replied and hang me up without a good-bye.
Mark didn't take it, I knew. I also knew I was that close to the talking television but still let it slip away between my fingers. It was due to Mark's stubbornness and ignorance. I thought of my mom at that moment. She used to tell me that be very careful of choosing your friends. I didn't quite understand what that means, now I do.
However, I didn't blame Mark that much. I knew how he felt for what I had been through. It was like if someone told you man would be walking on the moon a hundred year ago, you just could'nt take it. I could feel Mark's madness, and actually I felf sorry for him. Because I knew something tragic was going to happen. Misunderstanding always leads to break up.
Every now and then ever since, when I am walking on the street, I would looking for that talking television. It will be better off if I, myself, had one accompany with me. After all, life is such a long journey, and I have to travel through it all alone.
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