do me a favor & read something for me
something I wrote (I started writing it in line at Disneyland waiting for Alice in Wonderland)
please let me know & I’d love to email it to you
because I’ve never written anything of this nature
& I haven’t the slightest idea how it turned out
I’m not even sure if I like it
so I want feedback
& if you’d like to, just let me know
K thanks
to live vicariously through the stories I write
both on paper & in my mind
currently working on one I’m currently calling
“every other Thursday”
which I was originally planning on being the story of a long distance relationship
where they get to talk to one another every other Thursday
but don’t speak much otherwise
but then I decided not to
& it changed slightly
but drastically at the same time
like you don’t even know
ask if curious
otherwise ignore this
At some point in this life of mine, I will write. I will write a book, novel, television show, short story, movie; I’ll write something. This is because I believe that certain interactions I have with everyday people are too “move-like” to not be written down.
Today, I was walking to Lot 30 to leave, because I was too excited. I had just finished my last lecture of Winter quarter, and I was so ready to be out of there.
As I started walking up the stairs, I danced merrily to One Direction as it played through my headphones. Don’t judge me.
The stairs to Lot 30 are very steep, so it’s broken into three subsequent levels, each of which are separated by three stairs. I was about to scale the final level and dance merrily to my car. What else would I do on such a glorious Friday?
Then this girl, don’t know her name because it’s not important, starts walking towards the stairs. She’s walking down them, coming towards the sidewalk that leads to school.
She’s doing something I do frequently, despite the fact that I find it highly dangerous: she’s texting while walking. I figured she knew where she was walking, and she’d handle the stairs as well as a normal human being.
She did not.
She tripped and fell down the three stairs, but fear not, she fell right into me. And while I may not be very strong, catching someone who falls into you is just like getting one of those dramatic movie hugs. The other person just isn’t expecting it.
She was incredibly embarrassed and apologized immediately. I laughed and said, “Are you okay? Those stairs should come with a warning: may cause falling.”
That was clever, right? I thought it was.
She must have, too, because she laughed. And she didn’t seem as embarrassed anymore, so I figured that it must have helped out at least a little bit. She thanked me and apologized a couple more times before we parted ways.
And as I walked to my car, I started thinking about different television shows or romantic comedies that could be started with the main boy and girl meeting in that exact manner.
There’s really no point in this post other than the fact that I need to state publicly that one day, I will write stories.
Whether you read them or not, is completely up to you.
But I’m going to write. Mark my words.
