1. Letter-writing is apparently distracting me from updating this blog on a regular-random basis
2. My trip to Washington DC was cancelled due to like the city's third largest snowstorm ever or something happening at the end of this week.
---> TOUGH BREAK <---
I was really looking forward to that 10 hour bus ride. Bus rides make me all philosophical and nostalgic for band competitions and swim meets and field trips. It's a great time to think, or not think, and make some really important decisions about yourself.
I was really looking forward to this life-changing bus ride.
And now it's not happening, and I'm just going to have to sit at home and think like a normal non-travelling person does, I guess, which is not as fun.
But maybe I'll actually get some writing done.
Sometimes, I'll be a really good listener, and I'll be listening to someone talk and talk about their life and situations going on, and I won't say anything because I'm being a good listener. Then at the end of their soliloquy, they'll say something like, "Are you ok?" or "Are you mad at me?" or "Allie just wants to ignore me all night".
Truth is, though, I don't have a verbal response for every line like people expect. This is what makes me so bad at having conversations. Short of filling the room with um's, yeah's, and ok's, I really don't have anything to say.
I got in the bad habit of using the same excuse to not write.
Right Brain: "I just don't have anything to say."
Left Brain: "Great. Let's go pluck some eyebrows for 30 minutes and then go get distracted on YouTube."
The reason why it's such a lame excuse for writing is because while I don't always have something to say, I always have something to write. Unlike talking in a conversation, writing is something you don't have to put restraints on because you don't have to publish it. You don't even have to share it.
And if you stop convincing yourself that you have nothing to say, you'll realize there is plenty to write.
For instance:
Commute
I had a very boring drive home today. It was one of
those commutes that seemed to take forever, even though it was normal. The stop
lights were boring. The radio music was boring. The road signs were boring. The
trees barely moving in the wind were boring. Everything was boring.
I was driving into a cold winter sunset, which
illuminated the people in the cars behind me, experiencing this same boring
commute.
First, there was a man in a hot red mustang. I
stopped at a stop sign, and I remember looking at him in my side view mirror
and seeing him swear because he almost ran into me. He looked just like
Sal from Mad Men. I could’ve stared at him a bit longer to get a better
idea of what he looked like, but I figured letting his appearance be a delusion
would make my commute less boring.
I wonder if Sal would be short for “Salvador” or
“Salvatore” like in Lana Del Rey’s hauntingly romantic song. Catch me if you
can, working on my tan, Salvatore.
Second, there was a woman wearing sunglasses. She
was black and was dancing with her torso to music only she could hear. It would have been amusing to someone who thinks that dancing in a car is ridiculous. I, however, do not think it is ridiculous. Dancing in a car to music is a highly
acceptable thing to do. Unfortunately, I was not amused, so this did not make
my commute less boring.
Third, there was a man with incredibly large
ears. I’m sure they looked normal if you looked at him from the side. From a
rear-view front-facing view, though, they appeared to stick out significantly
away from his head as if his ears were literally reaching out to find more
sounds. He was an older gentlemen. He was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn’t
tell if he was middle aged or a grandfather. I guess he could have been both at the
same time. I wonder if his grandchildren whisper to him in those big ears. I
wonder if they are afraid of them.
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"Tell Your Mama" that I'll be more diligent in writing.
A song from a band so hipster that their lyrics aren't even online,
TWS
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