Muchness
Ever think of something you want to say and go over it again and again in your head and it sounds so very clever and you become quite smug about the whole thing?
Maybe it's just me but when you're suddenly faced with that critical second and you have to say that very clever and genius thing you practiced so very many times...
You say something else.
Something stupid or just plain bland or completely off the point.
Afterwards, I sit there complaining to myself about the whole thing and how I did such a terrible job of being me, how I am so much smarter and so much better and so very much cleverer than the way I came across. And then it hits; no dear me, you are quite the opposite. If you WERE so very clever as you believe yourself to be, you'd show it. You'd have said what you wanted to in the first place, not some nonsense or uncomfortable remark. Then I mutter some obscure death threats to myself. Ask me to write a book? *waves her hand dismissively* no problem! But request a speech or something worth knowing? I’ll know that you honestly and truly hate me and wish pain and suffering on this poor girl’s mind -_-
“You used to be so much more. You’ve… lost your muchness.” Anyone know what that’s from??? You ought to.
How ‘bout “I will be the death of you!” Anyone? No? That’s a pity. It’s Breaking Benjamin.
I had pizza for lunch. Not the sort you make at home or buy from the store, RESTAURANT pizza. Yeah, that’s right. Pepperoni. *sighs in content*
The other day I was going through one of my notebooks (I have a lot of half-used ones lying around) and came across my name in Greek. (I’d read a book that said it was, anyway) and I do believe I love it. I could give it to my daughter as a middle name or something (if I ever have one). It’s so much more epic than the English version.
I had more things to say but then it occurred to me: “Ace, that’s just stupid.” So I take this bit of revelation and bid you all (the invisible people) a fine farewell.
*salutes*
Maybe it's just me but when you're suddenly faced with that critical second and you have to say that very clever and genius thing you practiced so very many times...
You say something else.
Something stupid or just plain bland or completely off the point.
Afterwards, I sit there complaining to myself about the whole thing and how I did such a terrible job of being me, how I am so much smarter and so much better and so very much cleverer than the way I came across. And then it hits; no dear me, you are quite the opposite. If you WERE so very clever as you believe yourself to be, you'd show it. You'd have said what you wanted to in the first place, not some nonsense or uncomfortable remark. Then I mutter some obscure death threats to myself. Ask me to write a book? *waves her hand dismissively* no problem! But request a speech or something worth knowing? I’ll know that you honestly and truly hate me and wish pain and suffering on this poor girl’s mind -_-
“You used to be so much more. You’ve… lost your muchness.” Anyone know what that’s from??? You ought to.
How ‘bout “I will be the death of you!” Anyone? No? That’s a pity. It’s Breaking Benjamin.
I had pizza for lunch. Not the sort you make at home or buy from the store, RESTAURANT pizza. Yeah, that’s right. Pepperoni. *sighs in content*
The other day I was going through one of my notebooks (I have a lot of half-used ones lying around) and came across my name in Greek. (I’d read a book that said it was, anyway) and I do believe I love it. I could give it to my daughter as a middle name or something (if I ever have one). It’s so much more epic than the English version.
I had more things to say but then it occurred to me: “Ace, that’s just stupid.” So I take this bit of revelation and bid you all (the invisible people) a fine farewell.
*salutes*