X takes to his bed again

X has taken to his bed again. He lies there all day. It’s all gone to shit, he says when I get back from work. You’re shit, I say. You’re the cloud of shit that’s covering my life. I would have been a success without you. I could have done anything better than anyone if it weren’t for you, I say. I would have had gumption, get-up-and-go, a can-do attitude, all that, I say. Go on, blame it on me, he says, and goes back to sleep.