Tom: Hi.

Satan: Well hello there.

Tom: Guess what?

Satan: Um, what?

Tom: I don't have anything to complain about.

Satan: Hahahaha! Ahahahaha!

Tom: Fuck you.

Satan: Ahahahahaha! Hahahahaha!

Tom:

Satan: Hahahahahahahaha! Oh... ahahahahaha!!!

Tom: ARE YOU FUCKING FINISHED?

Satan: Ahahaha!!! Hoo boy... Nothing to complain about? You?

Tom: I just looked at that last post. All of that shit's changed.

Satan: Is that so?

Tom: Yeah. Kendra and I moved out, she's not stressed about school (at the moment), and my stepdad had surgery to remove the tumor.

Satan: That was all my doing, you know.

Tom: I know. I also know better than to get too comfortable.

Satan: Eh, I wouldn't worry about it. That's the deal with you humans. You complain about everything and in the rare moments when you're actually content you can't help incessantly worrying about the next undesirable thing that may be coming your way.

Tom: Shit man, give us a break. It's not like any of us have ever done this "living" thing before, you smug, pointy-tailed fuck. Seems to me that most people are taught that feeling good is bad, what Wilhelm Reich called "pleasure anxiety".

Satan: What's the solution, doctor?

Tom: I dunno. Read a book. Chill out. Realize you're going to die one day and try not to get too stressed out about it. Don't be a dick.

Satan: Nice.

Tom: I guess it works better in theory than in practice. I can't help but think that the psycho-social development of humans throughout history mirrors that of the individual.

Satan: Are you suggesting that mankind is still in some sort of asshole junior high school phase?

Tom: More like some psychotic junior high school phase. Then again, maybe that's who we are.

Satan: Jeez, and Christians think I'm an asshole...