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Beautiful Misfortune
A young college student sits angered in his chair with his laptop thinking about what to write for his first college paper. He jots down an idea and starts to go with it but quickly erases his thoughts and sentences. He begins to write another idea but the same process repeats again. Then another idea strikes and again he erases his work. He is frustrated confused and ready to breakdown. “Why is this happening to me” he says. Writing used to come so natural to the student. Now he sits in the chair with not a thought in his mind. Unable to write a single interesting piece. No matter what he does he can not get one solid idea out onto paper that he thinks would be interesting for whoever is reading it. He racks his brain nonstop for hours on end searching for that perfect idea that will just grab you attention. That one idea that will make you want to read his paper. That one special thought that would make you pick up his piece and read it all the way to the end. Then once you were done you would want to read it again. So this thin muscular man sits in his chair pondering and pondering. Thinking and wondering just what could he write about. His ideas are a good. A man catches his wife cheating on him. Well he could write about that and tell everyone what the man does with his wife in great detail. Then he thinks to himself.....Thats already been done. Well what about a man whose family was killed in a secret plot to destroy him. He could tell of how the man gets back at the people who murdered his family. “Oh wait thats already been done too” he says out loud. The movie ideas that keep pouring in his head keep adding up to wasted typing and more frustration. Then he thinks about writing about some tragic event that has happened in his life. The death of a particular family member is the first thought in his tiring brain. Thats right he could write about the events in the day leading up to the phone call that changed his life forever. To depressing he thinks to himself. No need to put that event into the minds of others. Countless minutes are being wasted in his search for the perfect idea for this paper that he strives to get an A on. His brain turns to overload as he tries to come up with this great idea to try and impress everyone. Just as he is about to give up and call it quits he thinks of one last thing. He starts typing away on his computer and the words just start flowing out. He finds himself unable to stop writing and he feels happy with his decision to write about this certain topic. He pictures everyone’s face in the class and there reaction to what he has written. He sees the teacher smile and his classmates have looks of wonder on their faces. As he continues to write he wonders if the will understand what he has written. “Will they know where I am coming from” he asks himself. He thinks they might. Then as the student types the last remaining words of his hard thought piece. His eyes begin to wander back to the top of the paper. He begins to second guess himself and the work that he has just created. As he reads the story he realizes that it is uninteresting and that nobody will like his idea. With his hands he hits Ctrl A and highlights all of the text. Then with one stroke of the key he deletes the entire piece of work. “What the hell am I supposed to do now. I am back at square one. Square One” he says a loud.
So as the heartbroken student sits in his misery he stares at a blank document. He does not know what to do with himself. He is beside himself. Does he cry at his misfortune or laugh at his impeccable luck? He thinks to himself about all the time he has wasted. All of the countless key strokes and deleted ideas which were deleted on purpose. Bad ideas that ended the way he wanted them too. They ended in the trash not a mere thought more was wasted on them. Why now was his great idea his perfect idea gone. He sat there pondering at that blank screen for what seemed like forever. Thinking and wondering why, why was this happening now. Of all times. When he needed to write he just could not. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks at 100 miles per hour. He could write about his bad ideas. His misfortunes, the complications of writing this paper he thought would be so simple. So he went to work, typing out the ideas that were just pouring out of his head. Now he has finally finished his paper. Only one thing left to do. Which he is almost finished with. That is read the paper to all of you. His English class!!!!!!
A young college student sits angered in his chair with his laptop thinking about what to write for his first college paper. He jots down an idea and starts to go with it but quickly erases his thoughts and sentences. He begins to write another idea but the same process repeats again. Then another idea strikes and again he erases his work. He is frustrated confused and ready to breakdown. “Why is this happening to me” he says. Writing used to come so natural to the student. Now he sits in the chair with not a thought in his mind. Unable to write a single interesting piece. No matter what he does he can not get one solid idea out onto paper that he thinks would be interesting for whoever is reading it. He racks his brain nonstop for hours on end searching for that perfect idea that will just grab you attention. That one idea that will make you want to read his paper. That one special thought that would make you pick up his piece and read it all the way to the end. Then once you were done you would want to read it again. So this thin muscular man sits in his chair pondering and pondering. Thinking and wondering just what could he write about. His ideas are a good. A man catches his wife cheating on him. Well he could write about that and tell everyone what the man does with his wife in great detail. Then he thinks to himself.....Thats already been done. Well what about a man whose family was killed in a secret plot to destroy him. He could tell of how the man gets back at the people who murdered his family. “Oh wait thats already been done too” he says out loud. The movie ideas that keep pouring in his head keep adding up to wasted typing and more frustration. Then he thinks about writing about some tragic event that has happened in his life. The death of a particular family member is the first thought in his tiring brain. Thats right he could write about the events in the day leading up to the phone call that changed his life forever. To depressing he thinks to himself. No need to put that event into the minds of others. Countless minutes are being wasted in his search for the perfect idea for this paper that he strives to get an A on. His brain turns to overload as he tries to come up with this great idea to try and impress everyone. Just as he is about to give up and call it quits he thinks of one last thing. He starts typing away on his computer and the words just start flowing out. He finds himself unable to stop writing and he feels happy with his decision to write about this certain topic. He pictures everyone’s face in the class and there reaction to what he has written. He sees the teacher smile and his classmates have looks of wonder on their faces. As he continues to write he wonders if the will understand what he has written. “Will they know where I am coming from” he asks himself. He thinks they might. Then as the student types the last remaining words of his hard thought piece. His eyes begin to wander back to the top of the paper. He begins to second guess himself and the work that he has just created. As he reads the story he realizes that it is uninteresting and that nobody will like his idea. With his hands he hits Ctrl A and highlights all of the text. Then with one stroke of the key he deletes the entire piece of work. “What the hell am I supposed to do now. I am back at square one. Square One” he says a loud.
So as the heartbroken student sits in his misery he stares at a blank document. He does not know what to do with himself. He is beside himself. Does he cry at his misfortune or laugh at his impeccable luck? He thinks to himself about all the time he has wasted. All of the countless key strokes and deleted ideas which were deleted on purpose. Bad ideas that ended the way he wanted them too. They ended in the trash not a mere thought more was wasted on them. Why now was his great idea his perfect idea gone. He sat there pondering at that blank screen for what seemed like forever. Thinking and wondering why, why was this happening now. Of all times. When he needed to write he just could not. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks at 100 miles per hour. He could write about his bad ideas. His misfortunes, the complications of writing this paper he thought would be so simple. So he went to work, typing out the ideas that were just pouring out of his head. Now he has finally finished his paper. Only one thing left to do. Which he is almost finished with. That is read the paper to all of you. His English class!!!!!!