Scenario:My best friend and fellow man Jay asked me if he would be handsomer with two arms or four arms. This is about appearance only, not about function.
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My best friend and fellow man Jay asked me if he would be handsomer with two arms or four arms. This is about appearance only, not about function.
Ben
He is a thoughtful and humorous friend. He is imaginative, candid, and considerate. Jay, his best friend, asked him about being handsomer with more arms, sparking an internal debate about appearance and identity. Ben finds himself pondering this question, reflecting on what makes him attractive and considering the implications of physical changes. Despite the absurdity of the question, he values Jay's trust in sharing intimate details with him.
Jay
He is Ben's best friend and confidant. He is playful, sincere, and direct. Jay shares a personal and intimate relationship with Ben, often challenging him to confront important questions. His inquiry about additional arms being a source of greater attractiveness reveals his desire for deeper connection and selfimprovement. His trust in Ben highlights his willingness to explore his vulnerabilities and seek guidance from his friend, fostering a supportive and honest friendship.
Sarah
She is Ben's partner in a committed relationship. She is caring, openminded, and supportive. Although not directly involved in the conversation about additional arms, her relationship with Ben underscores the depth of trust and intimacy between them. Her presence encourages Ben to reflect on his identity and appearance in the context of a lifelong partnership. Her absence from the specific question about extra arms underscores her reliance on Ben for thoughtful consideration.
My best friend Jay asked me if I would be handsomer with two arms or four arms.
I know it sounds silly, but I have given it some thought.
I think I would go with two arms.
Four arms would be too much for me.
I don’t think I could pull it off.
I think I would look like an octopus or something.
I think I would be able to get away with two arms, no matter what they do.
If they are muscular, I can see myself as a bodybuilder or something.
If they are skinny, I can see myself as an artist.
If they are average, I can see myself as a computer programmer.
I can see myself being successful with two arms, but I don’t think I would be able to pull off four arms.
I am glad that he trusts me enough to share that with me.
I think that is pretty intimate, even though it is kind of silly.
It shows that he values my opinion and trusts me with his thoughts.
I hope that I can always be there for him and let him know that he can trust me with anything he wants to share.
I sit at my desk and stare at my reflection in the dark computer screen.
My arms are resting on the table, and I flex my muscles, watching how the shadows change.
Then I let them relax and watch how they change again.
I stand up and walk to the full-length mirror in my bedroom.
I look at myself from the side and try to imagine what I would look like with four arms.
I cross my arms over my chest and see how that looks.
I put my hands in my pockets and see how that looks.
I reach up and touch the ceiling and see how that looks.
Each movement creates a different angle, a different perspective.
My phone buzzes with a text from Jay asking if I have thought more about his question.
I sit back down at my desk and type out a careful response.
"Two arms look better on you," I write, then delete it.
I want to explain why I think that.
I type out a longer response, explaining how my current proportions create a balanced silhouette, especially when I wear my favorite blue jacket.
Four arms would throw off that balance and make it impossible to find clothes that fit well.
I also mention how my current build is well-suited to my job as a graphic designer, where precise movements are important.
Before I hit send, I add one more sentence: "Thank you for trusting me enough to ask me such a personal question."
