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Friday Freewrite

By / December 9, 2016 / Creativity, Fiction, Writing
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He imagined what the meeting would be like1, and he cried. He hadn’t met her yet, and already he cried. Enough premature emotional ejaculation and he was fairly certain there would be no tears left to shed for the event itself.

He tirelessly rallied against the imperfections of others2 because he secretly harbored a grudge against the imperfections in himself.

He gazed out the tiny double-paned plastic porthole3, taking in the landscape below, ripples and folds in a great geological fabric.

Footnotes

1. I wrote this on an airplane last November, on my way to meet a woman I’d dated for seven months before finally going to meet her. I’m happy to report that the meeting went well, and we’re still together today <3

2. I’ve never done this myself, you understand. No, not once…

3. This I wrote the second time I was on an airplane three months later 🙂 Same destination.

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Who Am I? It’s A Mystery.

By / December 9, 2016 / Creativity, Personal, Philosophy, Writing
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My nephew Mason had his fourth birthday party last December, and the house was saturated with plastic helium balloons. When the festivities were over, I tried to think of things I could do with them (other than make myself sound like a chipmunk) so they wouldn’t completely go to waste.

Suddenly inspired, I grabbed a sheet of paper, scribbled a note and attached it to one of the balloons before releasing it into the sky. It was my hope that I could instill a sense of mystery and wonder into a random stranger’s life.

This is what the note said:

You might be wondering who I am. But who I am is a mystery. All the evidence you have of my existence is this solitary note.

That’s part of what makes life so interesting. From the big mysteries, like what we are and why we’re here, to the small mysteries, like who that crazy guy is who’s sending notes out on balloons.

Enjoy life. Enjoy the mystery. <3

In the very unlikely event you happen to be the person who found my note, please let me know in the comments below!

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