Ten days gone between lovers is the end of a tryst, so thank God we're merely friends--Writer and reader; tongue and ears, the oldest relation in history, or so this teller would have you hear.
I am here to comfort your lonely mind, sit and palaver. I don't know how many words I have left today, or much of them you'd like to hear, but maybe we'll surprise each other.
I'm so tired. You should know this, before we continue. Lest my weary words be judged by the lonely likes of you.
I can't believe it's almost November. This has been the most important year in my life since I was born. And it's almost over.
why do we restart on January? Did the world start on January? I'm sorry--I don't want this to become a rhetorical question fest. Though I suppose the T-shirts would look good.
Rhetorical Question fest!
October 28th 2009
...Where You There?
(Don't answer)
October 28th 2009
...Where You There?
(Don't answer)
I gave up comedy this year, at least for a little while. I say "gave up" because I never really went after it. I piddled around on a keyboard and shot some videos with my friends. It was never my intention to be a comedian. not until I was making my friends laugh, and I found myself in the middle of a comedy group. getting attention from people. Then, yes, I thought, maybe I want to be a comedian.
But I gave it up, after a year. It wasn't fulfilling, and--they say, life's too short, but their wrong, it's much too much too long.--I couldn't waste any more time not spending that long life pursuing the things which I loved. Dreams, I suppose we'll call them. But I don't really want to get all Lisa Frank, here.
I'm tired, so I'm typing. It feels good. It feels like I'm swimming, but kind of drunk, do you know that feeling?
--That's why I married Sarah, I realized life was happening, and I couldn't bear to have it happen without her any longer. That's why I quit comedy too..I wanted to be a writer...and life is so short...so long....Why wouldn't I want to spend the rest of my days with this girl and a handful of stories? Why put effort towards anything else?
Here we are, back at Rhetorical Fest.
So I spent this year turning 25, marrying Sarah, and writing novels. I don't know how I would have gotten as far as I have without marrying Sarah first, come to think of it. Everything happened this year in just the right order. It almost killed me, but maybe I was only drowning so the flames wouldn't get me, I dunno.
I've been sick for like three months now, it actually slowed me down. I'd been on overdrive since--well, I don't know. Since I met Sarah, maybe? Perhaps she was that missing thing--the puzzle piece I needed to see the rest of the picture. I certainly think so. And once I saw the picture...
Everything else just sort of fell apart. All the wrong directions were suddenly fallen and overgrown. Once bright paths of glittering sugar, now grown foul and repulsive. There was a new path, an old one I'd been glancing at through the trees. Mana from heaven and gingerbread crumbs--helpful signs with funny slogans.
I never felt lost. After I met Sarah. I guess that's what all these words are pushing toward.
I had no idea, but then again, I'm tired.
Just swimming drunk in a pool of words.
Because it's fun.
-mE.
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