Part of Me….

Ok, back at a Draft and Craft we all were asked to write down on small slips of papers writing prompts.  After we all wrote perhaps a little sentence or possibly the beginning line to a favorite poem…whatever, we placed all the slips of paper into a “hat”.  The hat was passed around and we each picked about six slips of paper to keep as “seed” for inspiration when we had time to write or free write.  I have kept mine in a small tin can that once housed loose tea.

Writers should write every day and sometimes there is writers block.  Sometimes we don’t feel like working on our manuscript.  Sometimes we need something new to write about.  Today, I am “all of the above”. 

This is the slip I took from my seed can……Oh, I dedicate this one to all the mean girls out there….

Part of me Feels Like Being Reactionary and Petty

I don’t like you.  At all.  I am not the only one who notices how ugly you really are with your scrunched-up nose and horrible things you say.  God, it makes you look so vulgar.  I am tired of hearing about your poor pathetic life and how tiny it is compared to your life before. There are so many who would trade places with you; if they didn’t really have to be you.  I don’t like the way your words come out of both sides of your mouth.  Sweet and candied on the left but bitter and sour on the right.  Your thirty-six shades of a cerise ladder climbs up to nowhere. You lack tactfulness when words are exchanged without the smallest thought as to who might overhear.  You’re mean.  Just down right mean.  It shows on your face as well.  There is no layer of make-up that can cover-up that. Oh yeah, one more thing, please give your husband back his testicles.  ~The End

There have been many times in my life I would have like to have been reactionary and petty and sometimes, I have.  Yes, it really does make me feel better at the time.  Sometimes I regret it and feel really bad and ashamed for my actions.  However, there have been a small handful of times I was glad I said it.  I burned a bridge that perhaps was overdue.  That’s ok, to burn a bridge along the way.  Sometimes you don’t want to turn around and have to cross back over them.  You just don’t.