Image is this past week’s Magpietales.blogspot writing prompt.There’s a door that separates you from them. It is a cold world outside, snow and ice. You want to go inside and you’re trying to turn the doorknob, but the door is locked, turn and pull as you may. As though God mocks you, there are glass windowpanes in the door. You see everything going on inside the illuminated room. But they can’t see you. You bang on the door and try to break the glass, anything to make them hear you. You now feel as though you aren’t real. Are they a figment of your imagination or are you a figment of theirs, a random irksome thought consigned to the dregs of someone’s mind soon to be forgotten altogether? Look at them, look how the beautiful people reside in there. They are perfection, they are you if you could stop being you. If you could have done anything you wanted, if you could have been loved…
“Oh sweet and gracious heavens! What is this crap?” asks Nervous Nelly, looking over your shoulder.
“You know what I mean. THIS IS CRAP!”
Well, crap seems a bit harsh. I was trying for a delicate, sensitive piece about…
Um no. So I am feeling a bit down and thought I would impart my sorrows on my blog. That isn’t a crime is it?”
“It is when you write CRAPPP! And W. T. F. is it with this writing in the second person shit? You this, you that, YOU CRAP!”
Well, thought it would be different and doused in melancholy it would be poetic and….
Yeah, whatever, Sybil.
‘Oh, woe is me, I’m turning 33, and I still haven’t lost my virginity.
My life’s a mess, Oh distress! Oh distress!
OCD and melancholy in an ugly dress!
Even Jesus Christ, at age 33 could walk across the sea,
but alas not me, never me,
I haven’t saved anybody.”
I’m not that bad of a poet! You protest, but Nervous Nelly continues to fuss about addressing yourself as ‘you.’
11 thoughts on “Magpie Tales, Pre-Birthday Depression, and a Conversation with Myself”
Though Jesus died a virgin at your age;
His precession does not yours presage,
If you are patient, open and aware,
You shall be granted a prince true and fair.
You are an unusual person, Lisa,
It will require an unusual person to be your partner.
I empathize deeply, being a lifelong weirdo myself.
I love reading your posts.
You’re a dear, Mikey! Thank you!!!
Your writing just gets better and better Lisa. I couldn’t even try to imagine living life with OCD its bad enough being the friggin loon 🙂
I truly appreciate it, Loon. Your compliment makes me beam truly. Thank you so much!!!
the ending poem is sad, life is good, if you have a positive attitude and stay fit..
Thanks for linking it to potluck poetry…
Thank you kindly, Jingle!!! I do need to try to get better fit and get a little optimism.
Sorry, I missed this one. I’m only really commenting once a week now but I try to give you the friend treatment.
The only problem is that I’m a shitty friend….
You’re a wonderful friend and you enrich my life by being in it. I appreciate that you like me that much indeed since you’re a far better writer than I could ever aspire to be, dear Scott.
The Rodrigo still wants to go home, He calls for his bloggyman, so I donkey punch him and that calms him.
I’m okay with second person. The first story I ever got published was in second person. 🙂
Really? That’s pretty wild and imaginative, Dennis. It is pretty fun to write that way though I usually hang out in 1st person present.
Thanks for the likes, Amy and Jingle!