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Feb. 7th, 2005 07:34 pmWriting is a strange thing. I make up a piece of fortune cookie wisdom and title it: "Knowing something is not the same as believing it," and then in real life it turns around and smacks me in the face. Hard. It makes my ears ring and leaves me in a very anti-Truth or Dare mood. Dares are more fun anyway.
Ryan was working a 3-9 shift at the library, which meant that I spent 3 hours shelving books with him instead of the usual one. Not that we talk a great deal, since libraries tend to have a non-chatter-conducive atmosphere, but any conversation is better than the three or four hours of talking to myself in my head which I usually endure. And our conversations generally consist of alternating insults, boasts, complaints, et cetera, with rebuttals taking up to fifteen minutes to deliver, due to differing cart routes and the fact that it is necessary for us to think of these clever remarks while shelving and sorting books.
When Ryan isn't there to talk to, the strangest dialogues skip through my brain. I notice weird last names and insult them. Example, teen author, last name of "Colon". Like, a :? Or the organ, colon? And were they terribly teased as a child, or did they marry into the name? If the latter, there must have been a great deal of love in that relationship.
I hope Shaun isn't upset with me again.
Ryan was working a 3-9 shift at the library, which meant that I spent 3 hours shelving books with him instead of the usual one. Not that we talk a great deal, since libraries tend to have a non-chatter-conducive atmosphere, but any conversation is better than the three or four hours of talking to myself in my head which I usually endure. And our conversations generally consist of alternating insults, boasts, complaints, et cetera, with rebuttals taking up to fifteen minutes to deliver, due to differing cart routes and the fact that it is necessary for us to think of these clever remarks while shelving and sorting books.
When Ryan isn't there to talk to, the strangest dialogues skip through my brain. I notice weird last names and insult them. Example, teen author, last name of "Colon". Like, a :? Or the organ, colon? And were they terribly teased as a child, or did they marry into the name? If the latter, there must have been a great deal of love in that relationship.
I hope Shaun isn't upset with me again.