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| original work by Christine I Steeves Speakman |
More like a short story. Written one day when I was just peeved.
“I will not kiss ass!”
“Pardon me?”
“You heard me. I refuse to play these idiotic games. If I want to go out and be a fool I will. But my God I will not make nice-nice.”
“I wish I knew what you’re talking about?”
“These stupid one person plays everyone lives. One minute they’re sweet and pleasant, next they’re stabbing you in the back. Then you have the others who refuse to step outside their bedroom door unless every hair is in place. Heaven forbid if hair number 210 is out of place. They’ll make World War II seem like a tea party.”
“You’re not making any sense.”
“I am if you step back and look at people. I mean come on carrying hair spray with you when you go out! Then of course there’s the contest of who can wear the tightest, flashiest, silliest outfit. Whatever happened to just having fun. Last time I went out there was maybe ten people who looked as if they were enjoying themselves. Everyone else was sort of – there. They stood, danced, drank and talked but none of them had that sparkle that comes when you’re having fun.”
“You’re nuts.”
“Yeah, I am. When I go out I don’t want to worry about my hair, my make-up, about how I look to some total stranger. At work I have to present a conservative pleasant composure but when I go out I don’t want to worry about what some goof with three feet high hair thinks about me.”
“Then don’t.”
“I don’t.”
“Sure you don’t”
“Oh come on. I don’t let it bother me until I notice someone staring and then I wonder what the hell they’re looking at. Everyone plays the same game even when we don’t want to.”
“So.”
“So screw the world. I like me and I won’t change for anything. I do not revolve around the world. Anything I want I can have, I will have!”
“What do you want?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s real smart.”
“Ugh! What do you know?”
“Nothing, I’m only your subconscious.”
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What are Roaming Ideas?
…random writings from now back to teen years
…writings free of editing and second looks
…pumps to my creative well
…shut downs and locking away of the critical mind
What are Overly Done Paragraphs?
…more description then is ever needed
…snapshots of possibilites
What are Dear Diary?
…inserting myself into a fictional character, where does the path take me