You start with the premise that you are doing or not doing something someone else wishes you were not doing or doing. Never mind reasons why. Never mind whether there is any definitive correlation between what you are actually doing or not doing and what they think you are not doing or doing. Just start with that premise.
Has anyone ever had the following experience? A friend or acquaintance tells you “oh my gosh, you totally remind me of So-and-So (some non-mutual friend or acquiantance that you have never met).” And you are fine with that, whatever. That is, until until you actually meet So-and-So, and realize “oh my gosh, So-and-So is a horrible, horrible person,” whereupon you become totally, totally offended by the comparison (even though, at least on some level, you can kind of see it too).
(found this in looking through email drafts of some old posts that were lost. Didn’t write it today, but sure could have) (fiction-ish).
Just caught myself staring again. Not good. That’s the third time this morning, and it’s not even 9 a.m.
“So I had this dream about you…” she began, with no prelude.
And there never was with her. A prelude. Just this perpetual sense of picking up right where we left off, no matter how many days or years or lifetimes had gone by. Continue reading
In my experience, Mark Twain is one of those polarizing authors that people either love or hate. I have met very few people that, when asked, would say “yeah, he’s okay” or “he’s not my favorite, but he’s fine.” Being an English major and having taken more than a couple American Literature courses, it’s safe to say that I’ve read some Twain. But Geoffrey C. Ward’s Mark Twain has given me a new appreciation for him as a writer, as a person, and as one of the founding and most significant contributors to the canon. Continue reading