Now, at twenty-eight years old, I am well aware that painfully little in life is fair, but Kellie is being completely unreasonable! I was doing a writing exercise, there was–at least theoretically–supposed to be two more parts to Scar Tissue, but I got stuck midway through the 1,000 word part 2. I can’t figure out how to get from what I’ve got to where I’m trying to go.
Perfectly normal understandable problem. Except EVERY time I try to write something anymore I get stuck part way through. But that’s not what’s unfair. No, no ma’am. What’s unfair is I want to throw off the whole writing gig and become a mime. I’d do almost as much good as a mime as I would, say, as a writer. Considering I’ve not written much other than a few thousand words in two months when I usually put in more than that during a week.
Kellie tells me that when I have an idea, I’ll be able to write. Yeah, sure if I have enough of a mind left to write after all this downtime. I like writing, I find it relaxing, when I’m not writing on something then I’m usually going out of my frickin’ skull!
“But mimes are annoying.” So my dear friend tells me. I’m annoying. But apparently mimes are off the scale annoying. They’re a twenty on a one to ten scale. When I called her on that–that it’s not fair that she can hate mimes and I can’t hate clowns, she countered with she doesn’t “hate” mimes, she merely finds them “extremely annoying”. Sounds close enough to hate for me to generalize.
So I asked her what am I supposed to do with my life if I’m not writing and I’m not allowed to become a mime? Write a Yaoi Doujinshi on Scooby Doo? Because of course what the world needs now is not love, it’s pictures of cartoon characters doing things their creators never intended them to do.
You know what she said?
“Maybe”
See, not fair!
hate
–verb (used with object) to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward; detest
an⋅noy
–verb (used with object) 1. to disturb or bother (a person) in a way that displeases, troubles, or slightly irritates.
See? Not the same thing!
I have no words… other then “Well…” coupled with a shrug.
I don’t mind mimes too much, I might as well be one the way I communicate with people. lol! We can be mime’s together… though having to wear black and white stripes with black pants all the time would get old.
Juleah, we can start a new mime trend, maybe a nice pink, white and black tartan? *giggle* And I don’t like black slacks, so maybe jeans or skirts?
Kellie, I repeat Sounds close enough to hate for me to generalize. I didn’t say they were the exact same thing.
You really have your strange ideas in the world. No crocs, gators, mimes, or pr0n. How is life worth living, Miss Kellie?
Can I wear purple? I’m not sure about the pink… I have to be in the mood for it. lol!