Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Beyond Aggravated and Some Observations

"Go write something," she says, "so I can get in your head and work on your story."

Fine. I try. Then she leaves. When she goes, I have to as well.

She claims she doesn't know me well enough to write my story. Yet when I try to tell her, she doesn't have time or she's busy or she's doing gods-know-what!

Tell me how am I supposed to compete with all the busy-ness this modern world throws at her? At anyone?

Why tell the bloody story? If the rest of this gods-forsaken world is anything like this, who would read it if it were to get printed and distributed? Would anyone care?

Why should they?

If Jen doesn't care, why the bloody hell would anyone else? I fail to see the reasoning in it. I must be daft to think the telling of my story would do anything other than occupy a few hundred pieces of paper in a notebook she carries around.

But be that as it may.

I got to meet her neices yesterday. The older girl is tall for her age. She and some other girls played a game where they used a club (correction, a bat) to hit a ball off of a stand. They called it t-ball. Her neice is good. Perhaps too good for the age group she has to play with. But that's not for me to say.

While the game went on, I played with the twins. Two little girls with hair so curly and eyes so blue, you'd have to see them to believe it. Both full of mischief and just starting to walk. One thinks she can run.

There is a lot going on there that I can't begin to get into. Let's just say I don't understand it and leave it at that? Family is important. Why so many people fail to understand that, I will never know.

During the game, Jen wrote in a small notepad, drawing looks and frowns from her sister. Why should she disapprove when it isn't her business? Has she given up on her goals and so she expects Jen to do the same?

I, for one, hope she doesn't even if I am aggravated with her.

Speaking of Jen, it amazes me how she can find so many ideas for her writing seeingly out of nowhere. She saw this car and has an idea for a character based just on that. I won't bore you with that, though. If you want to see it, I invite you to go read about it at Créatif.

I believe I'm at risk of making this entry too long. For now, I will say only:

A seirc.