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July 2014

The Glasses Object Lesson: Time to Brag about Myself!

Today’s daily prompt asked:

“Sherlock Holmes had his pipe. Dorothy had her red shoes. Batman had his Batmobile. If we asked your friends what object they most immediately associate with you, what would they answer?”

To me, this sound like a wonderful opportunity to brag about myself. I have a great and wonderful sense of humor. I may be the only one that laughs at my jokes and even knows about them but I like to think I’m freaking hilarious. Who cares if no one else thinks that? Right? At least I make myself laugh.

Going back to the issue at hand, shouldn’t we ask our friends this question? Otherwise, it just seems as though we’re bragging about ourselves, right? 

Most probably, my friends would associate my glasses with me. My glasses have become a part of my outward experience and I think they do say a lot about me. I have yet to fully integrate myself into the 21st century by getting contact lenses. It’s not that I don’t have them, it just I don’t like putting them on. They make my eyes itch. I prefer comfort over anything that might make me look more appealing. There’s only a few items that are comfortable yet appealing for women to wear. I might look like a hobo (not really) but guess what? I don’t spend much time itching my eyes when they get dried at the end of each and every night. I’m laid back with my friends and up for whatever but also, my friends know when they need me, I’m there. 

Also, I think my glasses show that I’m studious. Ha Ha Ha. Not really but I try. I still enjoy reading. My friends will ask me random question that I will not know the answer to most of the time. [Note: Stick with German chocolate every time you’re asked a random question and at least, the person will be in a happy mood.] I will take the time to look up the answer for them. My friends know they can count on me. If I can’t help them, they won’t have to ask but they’ll know I’m still researching the answer, hoping to provide them with the best advice possible.

Moreover, I think my glasses amplify my somewhat shy personality. I have no idea why I associate the two but every author has the shy character wearing glasses. Ever notice that? It’s not that I’m super awkward and can’t hold a conversation. I’m just plain awkward. Currently, my glasses are raspberry pink colored. Like my fun colored glasses, I, too, can be fun when I need to be. But, take a step back and at the end of the day, they’re just glasses, plain and simple, like me. I’m not too outgoing or too high maintenance and I think my friends like that too. I’m easy and a flexible person to hang out with. My friends never have to worry about being able to hang out with me.

I think that’s more than enough bragging about myself and how awesome of a friend I am. Of course, you should believe every word you read because it’s on the internet. We all know the internet is never wrong and everything here is fact checked at least three times. Even if you’re not laughing, it’s ok. I find myself and this “dad joke” hilarious.

Fictional Intruder – My Daily Fantasies

I don’t know if I could ever pick one story to inject myself into
How does one even decide that? I doubt I could ever figure out my wishes for a genie
but I dream and even then I get confused about which fictional world to fall into

I’ve always wanted to be a part of the civil rights movement in the 1800s with my year 2014 knowledge
I’m terrified of how’d be received – a woman speaking out of turn – a colored woman at that – the blasphemy!
Would I ever make it out alive and well and even if I don’t, would it be worth it?
Would I have made any difference or would I just become a statistic?

I may seem all noble and up for any cause but I’m a real witch
I’d love to have supernatural powers like the ones in Charmed
How cool would it be to just freeze time and have a moment to myself,
to be able to see the past and understand it better, to see the future to make it better,
to be able to move objects with my mind, including transporting myself
Sure, I’d have to go demon hunting from time to time but it’d be worth it
I’d change the rules a little and have fun with my magical powers

With magic, there’s responsibility to be had, or not
How amazing would it be to attend one of Gatsby’s parties
I may not like Gatsby’s love life or approve of his lifestyle but
can one ever really turn down a Gatsby party, in the 20s?
All the fun and none of the responsibility of cleaning up

Now that I’ve written about three fictions I’d love to be in,
My mind’s starting to work overtime as if that’s possible
The need to do everything and be everything’s been awakened in me again
That is a blessing or a curse – I have yet to decide

“The Buck Potato Error”

Are you better off than

Magnets Poem
Magnets Poem

the great silence ought to be
growing on
a thousand points of light

fear is
a revolution while crossing the world of
misunderestimated
a law against the great state
I’ve looked in axis of evil

you can stop a cult of the evil doers
not to swap a peaceful welcome
unwarranted taxes carry
the bullet between a mother and child

the only thing a crook invented four years ago wasn’t
the internet
focus of evil in the modern world
it’s wonderful to be the
acquisition of learning and personality

if you can’t stand freedom, values, will, peace!

an idea on a big stick now by the river
recall I did not have influence
by passing facts I don’t understand
nation of tears stops here

are you the cause that delay a war or
that men and women were made with
no new universal fear is too big
I had the ballet itself to everywhere

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