William wants to distract himself.

“I don’t know. I just know I want to be maligned more.” 

“What now?”

“I want to start maligning myself more. I can’t figure out what it's going to be.”

“Stupidity is beginning.”

“Right.”

“What?”

“I think I’m going to make my health first, then move to have friends and family attack me.”

“Ok.”

“You understand?”

“I think I’m going to order an alcoholic beverage.”

“I’m using my health, then friends and family before I move to the police or government.”

“How does this work?”

“Well, I have used my mind, right?”

“Will, don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.”

“I feel like my stomach is starting to bother me. I feel like I need some sort of unnecessary surgery. I’m hoping the slow decline of my health takes about 2 to 4 years of my time. There are prescription drugs I’m going to need, tons of hospital visits.”

“Mental health.”

“When that stops becoming entertaining. Well, I could combine it with attacks on family members, Chris, for example, exacerbate the opinion that he is less than smart, until he feeds me with disdain.”

“Till it becomes physical?”

“I will leave that to the cops. The physical part is not something I hope I don’t have to savor.”

“Then?”

“Maybe the government falls victim to the whims of legislation. Cry out on the mall while mourning autonomy.”

“Sounds like a great weekend.”

 All in all, I just want to distract myself. I just want to go to sleep in it all, you know? Forget sentient behavior, and make it all somebody else's responsibility.”

“Again, it sounds quaint.”

“Yeah, all so stupid.”