What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done while sober?
Until a week ago?
Mistaking my grandpa for an elk, when I was sixteen years old.
Now, nowhere in that prompt does it say we have to explain why we did whatever-it-was. At this point, I'm pretty well immune to embarrassment. Hellooo, stageworker.
It may be figurative rather than literal, but anyone who creates something to be shown to the public, or acts, is putting themselves out there naked to be inspected. Spending too much time worrying about mistakes is a waste of energy. Everyone makes those.
I figure, there's worse things I could be doing with my screwups than giving people something to laugh about, and I don't let other people tell me what I'm worth. So a single mistake or experience, no matter how ridiculous? I'll deal. It's also what I do.
You're talking to a man who has left instructions in his will that he wants the phrase "out to lunch" carved on his coffin. Among other things.
No, I still won't give you Grandpappy's phone number so you can ask him what happened. He's sworn to secrecy anyway; unless you are ready to offer some serious bribes, don't waste the time.
Off to make a lavender Halloween costume, and put finishing touches on another project. Later, y'all.
Muse: Ryan Bullock
Fandom: Original fiction
Word count: 202
Mistaking my grandpa for an elk, when I was sixteen years old.
Now, nowhere in that prompt does it say we have to explain why we did whatever-it-was. At this point, I'm pretty well immune to embarrassment. Hellooo, stageworker.
It may be figurative rather than literal, but anyone who creates something to be shown to the public, or acts, is putting themselves out there naked to be inspected. Spending too much time worrying about mistakes is a waste of energy. Everyone makes those.
I figure, there's worse things I could be doing with my screwups than giving people something to laugh about, and I don't let other people tell me what I'm worth. So a single mistake or experience, no matter how ridiculous? I'll deal. It's also what I do.
You're talking to a man who has left instructions in his will that he wants the phrase "out to lunch" carved on his coffin. Among other things.
No, I still won't give you Grandpappy's phone number so you can ask him what happened. He's sworn to secrecy anyway; unless you are ready to offer some serious bribes, don't waste the time.
Off to make a lavender Halloween costume, and put finishing touches on another project. Later, y'all.
Muse: Ryan Bullock
Fandom: Original fiction
Word count: 202