On Tuesdays and Thursdays throughout my college career, I sat in creative writing workshops divulging my inner-most secrets, embarrassments, and breakdowns. Each class contained different people, who knew other people, and this Kevin Bacon connection encompassed the entire tiny all-girl's school that I attended. So why would I confide in them? Well, there was a catch.
I was proposing it as fiction.
It's so easy to discuss drug problems, promiscuous sex, and a potentially dead father when you're attributing these dreadful occurrences to a nonexistent person. But I was inspired last night to ask myself why I can't just put the title of nonfiction on these events. And I've come to the conclusion ... well first of all I've come to the conclusion that I hate blogger because I absolutely pressed "save now" before Firefox crashed and I had written three more paragraphs. I'll attempt to rewrite from memory but I'm sure it will be much shittier because that's what usually happens ... at least that's how everyone always feels after this common issue.
Anyway, I've come to the conclusion that it's always easier to accept these events when they're attributed to a foreign name. But easy things never leave you feeling accomplished or proud, so I've decided to openly admit to all of the failures that make for interesting tales.
To begin, a quick and relatively empty summary of me:
- I dyed my hair brown two days ago because I was exhausted of being a natural blonde
- I can't quit two things: getting piercings and WoW
- I'm 20 and I have an English and Creative Writing degree from Sweet Briar College
- I'm in the most stable relationship of my life and it's absolutely terrifying
- I'm thoroughly enjoying unemployment, except for the lack of money
- My favorite animal is the binturong
- This is my second time writing anything all summer and though I find that pathetic, I blame it on my lack of inspiration
- The only movie that's ever scared me is The Mothman Prophecies
- I will do your laundry if you live anywhere near me
An actual story will be produced soon, hopefully.
Get rid of that heathen animal! If I ever saw one of those nearby my current location, I would go to the local flamethrower store and stock the fuck up. Scary beast....
ReplyDeleteAnd yeah, I've written long posts and had them fucked-up and lost. It sucks.
You didn't madly fall in love with the binturong? Shame on you. He is a loving bearcat.
ReplyDeletebear combinations are pretty amazing. what did the girls think of your writing? what did they write about?
ReplyDeleteAll the girls at that college wrote about me....and the bearcat offended my sensibilities, so I ate it.
ReplyDeletego on
ReplyDeleteLisa: Dad, what's a Muppet?
ReplyDeleteHomer: Well, it's not quite a mop and it's not quite a puppet... but man (laughs). So to answer your question, I don't know.