okay, let's say, hypothetically, that you have a friend name phyllis. phyllis is a swell girl and you love spending time with her. you work with her, you hang out with her after work... you even live with her. you see phyllis all the time, and even though you adore her, you start getting really sick of her. you start to notice that she has a really annoying laugh that sounds like a recording and that she always eats her chicken caesar salad in a particular way that drives you insane and suddenly you find yourself seriously considering living in your car just so you can get away from her.
writing is my phyllis. i write for a living, i write for a pastime, i write as my main form of communication, and eventually i start to resent the feeling of computer keys and the proper use of commas. i start avoiding blogger, because every time i look at my dashboard it gives me this chilly look and is all "oh, hello there. i seem to remember you from somewhere, but it's been so long."
sigh.
i am trying to make amends, though. writing and me-- we're stuck together. can't live without it, so i may as well try to get along with it. here's to new years, new leaves, and making amends, right?
"Can we have ONE conversation in which you don't scream at me like a howler monkey?" Hehehe!
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