"Believe Me Natalie"

Natalie is wandering in a museum or gallery looking at the art, but also leaving a message for her significant other on her cell.

Message Machine: Please leave a message after the beep. *beep*

Natalie: Everyone keeps telling me I need to find myself. If someone could explain that to me, I would very much appreciate it. “There is an old cliche under your Monet” by your dresser that says that one should go into nature to feel at peace and as one with your surroundings. I tried that and remember that I told you about “the arch of roses right above” my head from that park. I had nightmares about it for days.

I decided to explore south of Houston St. to see if that would give me perspective and ran into Melanie and Molly, but honestly “forget what they said in Soho.” They were negative as usual so I noped out of there fast. Remember you mentioned that time you went backpacking and everyone dropped out a few days before and what a clarifying experience you had. I’m trying to find that for myself, but the harder I try the harder it is to achieve. I’m sure I shouldn’t be leaving you a message this long it defeats the purpose of trying to be alone.

“You left the station” so fast this morning we didn’t get to part ways properly. I know you were running late, but I would have walked with you to your building. That meeting you had to get to sounds like they’re grasping “with speculation” and really “what was it for?” Some stolen printer ink? I’m not saying that’s right someone stole it, but some perspective please.

What do you want for dinner? I’ll stop off at the store before heading back to our place. I’m feeling fancy grilled cheese and tomato soup. If you don’t text me anything else that’s what we’re having.

Natalie looks at her cell.

Ugh, hold on, my mom’s calling. I’ll talk to you later, Love you.

Natalie switches the call over.

Hi Mom...Yes, I’m still coming for a week next month... Mom you always ask me “why don’t [I] stay” longer and yes I know, I know I’ve “been away a long time.” I’ll call you later, I’m in the middle of something...I love you too.

Natalie hangs up.

I don’t understand why everyone always says, “believe me, Natalie.” What am I supposed to believe.

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