The Bus Stop

Feb 28, 2022


I got up and went to work this morning. The sky was blue, the streets were clean, the streetcars were running and people were walking all around me. 
I walked slowly up the sidewalk. I was sorta jerky in my movements. I was really trying to set a good impression of myself. I got up to the street. The vehicles were going so fast that they had all become a big blur of colourful twinkles. 
I saw that girl over there before, I think. 
Anyways, I looked slowly at my surroundings. I was gonna be late for work. I made my way over to a bus stop. 
“Are you taking the bus today?” Asked a voice behind my torso. I turned slowly, all cool like. 
“That’s right. Are you and I gonna have to fight for a seat?” I chuckled, revealing a charming side of myself. 
“Take me very seriously for a moment! Listen- can I ask a favour of you?”
“The answer lies within yourself,” I replied. 
“I’m very old and I have a hard time walking. Can you please help me when the bus comes? I just have such a hard time lifting my legs these days.” 
My stomach sank. I got really down. ‘Great!’ I thought. ‘Now I gotta help the enemy!’ 



On Hold

February 24, 2022


I’m getting tired now. I feel sleepy. I actually wanna go talk to my parents about the progress they’ve hopefully made.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this my father?”
“Um ye, probably.”
“Ok I was just calling to see how you’re making on. How’s the progress so far?”
“Oh it’s not bad. Yah, it’s coming along. Yah.”
“Nice. Can I expect anything by the end of the week?”
“Oh yeah um, let me put you on hold real quick, ok? Is that ok? Awesome, great, hold on one sec.”
My parent proceeded to put me on hold. I stood in the living room awaiting his return as I watched little bits of dust float through the air.


The Great Race

Feb 22, 2022

Springing from the ground, all the little mice roll around. 
One the eve of a holiday the animals will play.
On the evening of the race all of the spectators ran to their seats in the African sand. 
There they sat, ate and drank and awaited the princesses' presentation. 
She came very fast! All the men and boys slurped from their glass!
All the women, kids and babies laughed! They helped up the boys and told them to wait in the car! 


Spying On The Factory

    February 19, 2022

My little head fit right through the cracks of the wall. From there I could see the whole factory. I could hear the sounds of bangs and pops. I could smell rubber and smoke. I could taste dust and lack of moisture. 


None of the workers noticed me, or maybe they just didn’t care. I didn’t have any evil intentions. I was just curious and had nothing else to do that day.


After a while I got hungry. I forced the rest of my body through the crack and dropped down to the factory floor. I hurried past the workers and entered a kitchen. I rummaged through a fridge that had been left open. I found some cookies and a sandwich. I found some cookies and a sandwich. I stuffed it all into my mouth and hurried over to the darkest spot in the factory I could find, which ended up being behind some tires. I lay there and ate. After I was done, I became drowsy and drifted off to sleep. 


Goodbye Pinky Toe

February 17, 2022

My little pinky toe is just about done with me. He told me that he doesn’t want to be a part of my body any longer. I told him that I understood, but that I would never forget him for as long as I lived. He would always have a spot on my foot if he decided to return.

He went ahead and removed himself. He said his goodbyes and then left via the front door. All the components of my body wept and mourned the loss of our pinky toe. 



        Writing Class

It can be interesting to occasionally stop and observe life and try to figure out how it works. Whenever I look around, I tend to get the feeling that everything is perfectly simple and impossibly complex all at the same time. It sorta reminds me of a laptop designed by Apple. At first glance it looks so simple, but peek under the hood and you’ll find incredible complexity. 

I’ve lately been interested in knowing if there are any absolute truths in life. There don’t seem to be many. Every time I feel like I’ve stumbled upon something that I can really get behind, or something that I agree with, I end up noticing a flaw, or more specifically, I realize that it is not a bedrock truth that can be applied to everything in life. This has kinda led me to the belief that there is really only one thing that you can trust, and that is your feelings. In other words, the only thing that you ever really know or experience first hand is what you feel- moment to moment. It’s impossible to ever feel what someone else feels, and it’s impossible for someone else to ever feel what you will feel. I kinda realized how powerful it is to form beliefs based on feelings. An example of this was the other night. I was going for a walk alone, when I came upon a house with glowing balls in the trees. I had never seen anything like them. They were these very large, glowing and pulsing orange balls that were in the trees! I became more and more confused because as hard as I tried to strain my eyes I could not see anything holding them up! They looked like floating orbs. I stood for a while and started to wonder if I was looking at some sort of alien consciousness that was hanging out in the trees. I went back the next morning and saw that there were in fact very thin wires holding them from branches. 

The take away for me was that in that moment I did not know what it was. I began to firmly believe that they might be aliens, and so the feelings inside me reflected that. In other words, because I believed, I now know how I would react to being presented aliens. I realized that if you can get yourself to firmly believe something, you can actually us your reaction and bodily sensation to study how you might react. You can sort of run simulation on yourself to observe how you would react to any situation you can imagine. The only hard part is getting yourself to believe it. From there you just have to observe yourself scientifically and objectively. 


This prompt sort of relates to something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. I'm very interested in the idea of analogies. This sort of relates to what I wrote about on the previous prompt, and that is, because everything seems to begin with a feeling in the body, and because it’s currently impossible to share that exact sensation with someone else, we’re forced to use a whole variety of analogies to attempt to express our feelings. One example is through words. It’s actually quite interesting when you stop to think about how many barriers the initial feeling must go through to reach the person, when using the method of words. 

First, the person who wishes to share the feeling must attempt to translate the emotion into language. Right there in that first step much of the original feeling may be lost during the conversion into language. From there the words have to be shared via sound. The way we speak, the rhythm, the tone- all of that, will also have an influence on the original feeling. By this point that original feeling has lost and gained all sorts of it’s original ingredients. From here, that sound has to travel through space, or air in most cases. Things that might not seem noticeable will have an affect, such as the way the sound echoes in a room, the way it struggles to be heard over loud noice. The next few steps are sort of a reversal of the first few steps. The recipient must absorb the sound. Their brain has to literally convert sounds in the air into information that they can process. This happens very quick, but I think it’s important to notice that the personal experiences that any given person has had during their life will influence how they react to any given information. You can’t know these factors just from looking at a person, so you don't quite know if they will react to what you’re saying in the way you’d intended to. 

So all of this to say that the initially feeling felt in the body must go through an enormous amount of conversion and processing to be received by the other person. In many ways it’s a bit inefficient, mainly because it can be very hard to know if you’ve done a good job and instilling your intended feeling in another person.

Funnily enough, I often feel that some of the creatures that are best at sharing their feelings efficiently are animals and babies. They do this without the use of words. They may use sound and motion, but the time it takes for a person to understand their feelings is so much quicker than another adult. 



The Pressure

February 16, 2022


    The feeling in me was sorta in my stomach. It was lower than that, though. It seemed to be in a region that’s generally ignored. It was not being ignored now. I felt it quite clearly. It was sorta uncomfortable. It came and went. It affected my focus and my thoughts. It was in there, whatever it was. It was a pressure that seemed to grow more and more pronounced. Eventually the sensation began to manifest itself in other areas of the body. My neck began to feel tight, in some funny way, as if the veins and arteries had narrowed and the blood moved with greater and greater pressure through the constricting body. I was in a worse and worse mood the longer this went on. After a while I began to suspect that I might need to pee. I got up to use the bathroom and afterwards, to my great surprise, the sensation had disappeared I was free.


I Got A Massage

February 15, 2022 


Today I received a professional massage for the first time. It was very nice. It wasn’t exactly a massage, actually. It was more about stretching and relieving pain or something, I don’t know. It was nice. It was an hour and it was relaxing but also fun. She was moving my arms all around and really applying lots of pressure all over. She said that I need to stretch my neck and arms more. She said they’re currently very tight. She also said I gotta do something about my stomach. She said she could feel that it’s not really loose enough in there. She said to also just stretch my arms out behind me when I’m lying in bed. It was a beautiful experience, and the woman did a wonderful job. I paid her in pesos. 

Goals I Want to Achieve
Documentary/ Interview
I'd like to interview people. I'm thinking of seniors, since they seem the least intimidating for some reason.
Evaluating Your Motives
I think that interviewing nana in particular is very important. She remembers so much from her past, and she is able to make her stories sooo entertaining. She always works in some humour. She's one of the few people left that actually remembers the Great Depression and World War 2. I will feel so guilty and ashamed if she dies and those memories are lost forever. I feel like it's my duty to collect them. Not just her memories though, but the memories of other old people. They just seem so valuable and precious. I've always loved listening to people remember where they were and what they were doing when historic events took place. 
I think the situation definitely demands it. I have an amazing camera that I know how to use, I have an amazing person with amazing stories, and I have the skills to get her to talk about those stories. It would be a crime if I didn't take advantage of all these things. 
I think that pursuing this would be very enjoyable. One of the reasons why I wanted to interview people was so that I could just get tons of advice and perspectives from other people. It seemed like such a great way to meet and learn about people. 
I haven't really thought what I'd do with all the footage, but I guess I could edit it down. I'm really interested in making a documentary and so this sorta seems like it could be good practise.
Considering the Broad Personal and Social Impact of Goals
I would feel very happy about myself, because it would be like a new skill under my belt. I feel like I'd just grow as a person and become much more interesting, the more people I meet. Just learning about their lives would be so good for me. I'd like to think that people would be excited to be interviewed. I love the idea of asking people if I could interview them, sending out my interview portfolio, and then having them be super excited. I think that this would have a very very positive impact on the people around me. I think that people would love to have someone who is actually interested in hearing their stories. Nana really really lightens up when I sit and listen to her talk, I think because she can feel that I'm genuinely listening and that I don't want her to stop. I think it could be a really good skill for me to have, and I could see it being an asset in the future.
Considering the Detailed Strategies for Goal Attainment
Well I'm definitely going to do Nana's interviews on Thursdays, because that's when I see her every week. I think that I'll take a tripod to her place so I can leave one there, that way I just need to take my camera every week. From there I'll probably edit a little promo, that way I can include it in emails when I start asking other people if I can interview them. I do want to start with older people, so I guess that I could maybe send emails to retirement homes? I guess I could ask the people who work there if that's a thing I can do. I like the idea of getting people remember historic events. Even just coming up with a simple collection of questions, that way I can even include that in the email when I contact retirement homes. Questions like, what's your first memory, what's your happiest memory, what's the biggest historical event that you lived through.
Identifying Potential Obstacles and their Solutions
I think that the most likely obstacle will be Covid related. I wouldn't be surprised if I'm not able to get permission into retirement homes because of the virus. In that case I could always message seniors directly. I could do some research on maybe some older artists or business owners, or even grandparents of friends.
Monitoring Progress towards Desired Goals
I'd like to have the first interview with Nana by Thursday. I want to have made a very basic question sheet, just so that I can have those basic questions answered, and so i can ask the same question to other people. That would be a very easy way of editing together a little video. I'll know i'm progressing if I start getting people agree to do the interviews, and if I feel very relaxed, and if I'm able to make the people feel relaxed. I think that if I'm leaving the house on like a weekly basis to do an interview, than I'll feel very very satisfied. I think that something that could help is if I find a film fest kinda thing that I could apply to. That might give me a deadline, which could really help.
I would like to have a more creative job
Organize my weeks
Social Media/ Internet Blue Print
Be a Director
I want to save more money
 

The Intruder

February 14, 2022


“My last and final wish is to be buried alongside my husband. Can you make that happen?”
“Who the heck are you?!” Screamed the man, who had been fast asleep. He squirmed in terror- some random woman was sat on top of him, staring deep into his soul.
“Promise me. You owe me this, don’t you think?”
“Who are you?! What do you want!”
“Promise me you’ll put me close to my handsome companion. He and I ought to spend eternity together, it’s only natural.”
The man was able to push the woman off of him. She fell and hit the floor hard, making a loud thud. The man jumped out of bed and ran for his phone. He dialled 911.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“There’s some woman in my bedroom! I woke up and she was sitting on me! Send some cops!”
“Are you hurt, sir?”
“No but she might be, I pushed her and now she’s laying on the floor.”
“Ok, a vehicle should be there soon, sir.”
“Thank you.” 
The man hung up the phone and went back to the woman's body. He began to feel sorry for pushing her. He picked her up and gently carried her down the hall. They entered the bathroom. He placed the woman in the tub before filling it with warm water. He grabbed a bottle of bubble-bath and poured it in. He hoped that her muscles would be loosened up and relaxed by the time the police arrived.


The Wise Baby

February 13, 2022


The baby howled in anger. He bashed his fists against the crib. He shook them. No one came. He was desperate. He was so hungry. The baby was only 6 months old, although unknown to his parents, he had learned to speak English on his own. He was a quick study. He never spoke in front of his parents, of course. That would be too disturbing for them to handle. It might shake and contradict their beliefs of reality. It might make them question the true nature of the universe. The baby thought it was a good idea to let them continue with their beliefs, however wrong they might be. 
The problem was that his parents no longer came to his side when he cried in the night, in an attempt to teach him that crying for attention when his parents were sleeping was not tolerated.
The baby was so hungry. At dinner he’d only eaten two spoonfuls of baby food and now he regretted not having at least 3. He was tempted to scream out the first names of his mother and father. He wondered how they would react. He imagined them waking suddenly to the sound of a 6 month old baby calling their names. Would they grow scared, or might they think they were dreaming?
The baby’s stomach groaned like a lazy mule. He took a deep breath and clenched the bars tight, preparing himself mentally for what he must do. 


Battle of the Grapefruit

 February 12, 2022

A whole piece of grapefruit lay on a table. Four hungry soldiers surrounded it, their stomach’s growling and their eyes darting back and forth. They’d all arrived at the same instant. 
“The proper thing to do would be to split it four ways!” Said one of the men. 
“I haven’t eaten in 12 days, it’s likely that I will die if I don’t have it for myself.” Whispered another.
“We’re brothers here! Not enemies!” Shouted the third man.
"I say may the strongest man win," began the fourth, as he suddenly leapt forwards through the air.
The house of pain was all alone on a beach somewhere in France. No one heard the fighting that ensued. The sounds of the waves crashing on the beach, the wind through the tree and the birds crying in the air balanced out the soldiers fighting quite nicely.


Center Of A House

 February 11, 2022


In the centre of the house was Max. Next to him was a bird, a stove and an oven mitt. Besides that there were just the walls of the house. So the four of them sat there for a while. It was the middle of the night so Max, as well as the bird were fast asleep. They were all quite motionless. Max had three neighbours. There were another three houses next to his. All four houses were arranged in a row. There was one road in front of all four houses, and each house had a driveway. I can’t remember if the driveways began at the houses to connect to the road, or if they began at the road to connect to the houses. 


I'm A Moth

    Feb 6, 2022

    By some point I might actually be a moth. If I do that then I guess we can all agree that someone needs to go to the store and pick up bug repellent. 
Well my nightmare came true. I awoke this morning to discover that I had turned into a moth. I really cried. I was disturbed and saddened. I took off my pyjamas, which barely fit my new body, and flew over to the bathroom, where I took a nice shower. I cried in there as well. I worried that all seven of my wives wouldn’t love me anymore. I worried that my boss wouldn't be accepting of me, and would step on me. I moaned in pain.
Two hours later I exited the bathroom and flew out the front door, ready for the day. The mailman was walking up the street. He stared at me, then began to laugh.
“What happened to you?!” 
“I find myself in the body of a moth,” I explained. “The most unlikely of probabilities has occurred.”
“You’ve got no luck!” Observed the mailman.
“That’s a fair assessment,” I sniffled. “Will you continue to deliver my mail?” 
The mail man took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead. “Um, well I gotta be honest with you.”
“Go ahead,” I moaned.
“It’s not good for my reputation!” Urged the mailman, putting his hands on his chest. “It’s just not right!”
I nodded and told the mailman I understood. He bowed and walked away. I continued my flight to work. 


Everyone Eats Their Lunch

     February 5, 2022


All the little birds on the telephone wire were so full. They were digesting all of the food that they’d stolen from the raccoons. Also, I should say that even though the raccoons looked innocent, they too had stolen their food. They’d stolen it out the back of a delivery truck driven by humans. And I should mention very quickly that the food inside the truck had also been stolen- don’t let those happy humans fool you, for they had stolen the food from cows utters on some farm.

Anyways, that was all happening while the mayor was sitting in his office. He was eating a turkey sandwich as he watched the birds eat their lunch. He gazed at them very intensely as he chewed. It was quite a morning for everyone, what with all the digestion going on. 

After finishing his lunch, the mayor stood and went to the window. He lifted it open- this was an old building, one where you could open the windows without too much hassle. So he stuck his head out and called to the birds. “Hey! Look at me! Come over here and sit on my windowsill!”

“Why?!” Replied one of the birds.

“Well because I have a meeting with Paul McCartney and I want him to see that not only do the voters love me, but so do the beautiful birds!”

“You’ve gotta throw something in for us! What might we get out of it?” Asked the bird.

“I’ll put you all on the front page of the paper! I’m friends with the editors!”

“That sounds good,” said the bird to his friends, as he puffed his chest in pride. The birds jumped into the air and glided gracefully over to the window sill, where they stood and looked highly presentable for Paul McCartney. 


Fresh Coffee

 February 4, 2022 


    “I love the fresh smell of coffee. It really gets me all loose and excited. I watched the baker pour me a fresh cup today. Some of you might wonder why I go to the bakery for my coffee. Well I have one answer for you- attractive staff. That's right, the staff at the bakery is attractive and full of life! The warm aroma of their coffee, coupled with those hot faces and god DAMN is that ever a good start to my morning! Thank you very much!! Have a great night!” The man waved to the audience, who was on their feet and cheering like mad. They whistled and clapped and stomped their feet as the man made his way off the stage.
    “You were great out there!” said a small man with  two cigars in his mouth. “The audience loved you!”
    “That’s true, they did love that.” agreed the comedian. “Do you think the suits were in the audience?”
    “I think they were. In fact, I've already received a couple of voicemails on my phone- I think you’re gonna wanna keep your phone close by, things might be a bit hectic for the next 48 hours!” 
“Yah think we’re going to Montreal?” Asked the comedian.
“Time will tell, buddy. Go down to the bar, I’ll meet you there, I just gotta say hi to my mother.”
“Ask her what she thought,” said the comedian.
“Ok ok, I’ll see you in a sec!”
The comedian walked down the hall. He ran into his brother, coincidentally.
“Mark!” Said the comedian. “What're you doing here?”
“I came to see you! You were great! That was very strong!”
“Oh, well thanks Mark,” said the comedian, putting his hand on his brother's shoulder. “Listen, I’m getting a bit bored of being a character in this story, you wanna start floating and go play in the clouds?”
“Yah, that sounds fun!” 
And so with that the two brothers ate some acid and proceeded to float out a window and up into the fluffy clouds. 


An Early Spring

 Feb 3, 2022


It was the month of February, and all the birds were still cold and frigid. They’d heard that it was meant to be an early Spring this year, so they all went down to the grocery store to buy themselves a large steak. They always hosted a large dinner at the beginning of spring.
“Can we please get some pork this year?” Asked one of the baby birds. 
“Yes we can do that,” answered his father. It took 37 birds to lift the package of pork off the shelf and fly it over to the cashier. The birds had to pay with change that they’d collected from the sidewalk. It took another 42 birds to carry the sack of coins, which they dumped onto the counter. The cashier, who was 16 and had only been hired the day before, spent the next 10 minutes counting all the nickels and dimes. 
Later that night the birds started up a fire and began cooking their piece of pork.
“It’s a good thing that Spring is coming early this year,” smiled a blue jay. 
“Oh yes, it’s been a cold winter, and particularly grey!” Added a swan. 
The cooking was going very well. A flamingo was in charge of the meal. She was ordering a group of smaller birds around, instructing them how to properly season the pork and when to flip it over on the grill.
“How much butter?” Asked a sparrow. 
“Well more than THAT!” Roared the flamingo, gesturing with her in an aggressive way. 
After much hard work the piece of pork was off the grill and was being divided up for all the birds. They’d all sat down to begin celebrating when they noticed an ominous cloud approaching. The temperature began to drop, and soon little specks of white snow were falling. The birds all began grumbling and complaining as their pork became cold. They chirped in frustration and returned to their burrows. 


Growing up in Canada means that you’re probably quite comfortable around the snow. I think that most of my early winter memories aren’t much different than anyone else's. I remember the warm feeling of being inside and watching the snow start to fall, and just praying as hard as possible, to anyone who might be listening, that the schools would be forced to close because of all the snow.
However, I think the winter memory that I look back on most fondly was around the time I turned 14. I remember my friend Jimmy telling me that he and another guy had made a bunch of money going around shovelling people's steps and driveways. I asked if they would take me with them next time it snowed. They agreed, and soon enough it seemed that we had a little business going. The only problem was that the number of shovelers kept increasing. My dad made me bring my little brother with me, and my friends Jack and Justin’s parents made them bring THEIR little brother as well. People would come to answer their doors and find 7 or 8 of us ready to get to work. We were having fun, but we were making less and less money. So we started splitting ourselves up into groups of two, that way we didn’t have to divide our pay checks between 8 kids. 
I remember one day my friend Jimmy telling me that he had heard that a local candy store was paying kids $50 EACH to shovel their driveways. So next time it snowed, we were yearly to ensure we were the first kids there. I remember waiting in their driveway at like 7:30, before the owners had even arrived. I remember them seeing like 6 kids ready to shovel and looking slightly surprised. 


The Church Service

  February 2, 2022


    His tiny feet are the stuff of legend. People say that the Church is where the man first came to public awareness. 
It was the middle of summer, and the townspeople had just returned from their jog along the river. They shuffled into church, sweating and out of breath. They all took their seats and grabbed themselves a Bible. Their sweaty fingers made the pages damp and moist.

“ALL RISE!” Ordered a priest at the front. The people stood. “Before we get started today, I’d just like to thank Martha for last night's dinner. She really made a delicious feast, didn't she!” The room smiled and nodded in agreement.
“I’m happy you enjoyed it!” Chirped Martha. “You are all invited to next week’s dinner! My wife and I host a party every Saturday evening!”
“Fantastic!” Declared one man.
“My!” Said another. “You sure know how to satisfy a belly, is that not so- IS THAT NOT SO?!!?!!”
“We are so grateful,” smiled the priest. “Ok, so today I’d like to draw your attention towards-”
“I HAVE SOMETHING TO ADD,” roared a man in the back.
“Well go on,” said the priest. “What it be?”
The man stood and marched forwards ever so slowly. “I happened to be at Martha’s home last night. I thought you all might like to know what happened to me!?”

“Go on,” said the priest, tapping his wrist watch. “Speed it up! We’ve got plenty to get to!” 
“I was the first to arrive at her home,” continued the man. “I entered her house and took off my coat. I took off my gloves and even my hat, then I took off my shoes…”
“I want this man out!” Shrieked Martha, pointing towards the man but looking at the priest with desperation.
“Order- ORDER!!!” Declared the priest, as the townspeople began to grumble and stir in their seats. “Let the man finish his tale! Go on now, lad.”
“Thank ye,” said the man. “As I was saying, I removed my shoes and walked into Martha’s living room, whereupon she took one look at my feet and asked me to leave.”
“Is this true?” Asked the priest, looking at Martha with a disappointed expression. 
“His feet were too small! It disturbed me, as well as my Irish Game Hens!” Explained Martha. “I didn’t like the look of those feet!”
The priest bowed his head for a moment, as if pondering his mighty Creator. After a while he raised his head, his eyes now misty with tears. “This church is a place of healing, a place of community. A place where we can come together, whatever our differences might be! All are welcome and accepted, and based on those values, I hereby sentence Martha to 25 years behind bars.”
“OH LORD!” Yelped Martha, as the hall erupted into roars of joy. Following the commands of the priest, the townspeople got on their feet and hoisted Martha above their heads. They carried her out of the church amid such a racket that even the cows in the fields looked up to see what was happening.  


Sitting On Some Cactus

Feb 1, 2022


I was on the boat to Taiwan. Everyone was throwing up. These waves were just killing us. I got so annoyed with this one guy, who kept needing to tell me how he felt about my outfit.
“Buddy!! Your shirt doesn’t look good to me! I don’t even think it’s fun!” He squealed.
“Oh leave me alone!” I moaned. “What the heck are you doing talking to me, if all I do is bother you?” 
"I just thought you'd like to know- it's criticism  that's meant to help with your wardrobe."
“Look around you!” I shouted, waving my arms about. “We’re in the middle of the ocean! What makes you think I wanna talk to you?  I don’t need it right now!”
“Well-,” began the man. 
“Listen, to some extent I sympathize with you. We do not choose the situation we’re born into- I understand that it’s one of those things that no one gets to choose!!” I said rubbing my clammy palms into my face. “I get that it’s not ALL your fault, but please, give me a couple minutes to get my balance back, and then maybe I’ll think about listening some more!” 
“Ok,” nodded the man, not making eye contact with me. He grabbed a nearby handle to balance himself as the ship swayed suddenly to starboard. 
“No- forget that, just go and bug that guy over there!” I suggested, pointing towards a man who looked nauseous and miserable. “Go tell him what you think of his clothes!” 
“Ok,” mumbled the man, his eyes wide and sorta in a daze. He walked away awkwardly, trying to keep his balance and exert confidence all at the same time. 

Sitting On Some Cactus


All the little raindrops float down my side onto the pavement collecting the grime. It's a roundabout way of saying I'm nervous, and bored. It's a poetic  way of saying I'm over all the whining. I whine so much! I wish I would just do stuff, and not have to complain the whole time! Every time I tally up all the stuff I gotta do, I immediately cry with boredom. I wish I would not complain so much. Maybe I need food. Maybe I need less comfort or something. I dunno. I’m alone on top of a mound of cactus roots. I’m inside myself, where it’s warm and cozy, where the air is replenished once a week, with a sorta regularity that makes me feel like a car going in for maintenance.