Good thing I did not pursue the journalism career that I wanted for so long. There are days that I just feel like writing, but some times the words just do not flow. Today is one of those days. For me, writing organizes my mind. If you know me then you know my mind is one huge mess so organizing it is no easy feat. However, an organized mind equals an organized life and an organized life equals peace. Right?
Staring at a wall did nothing to inspire a topic for this blog post so I searched for a good writing prompt. I know, I am a cheater. There's just something icky about a writing prompt but it is a necessity sometimes. After reading through a few of them I realized they're a bit too serious for my taste. Here are some of the ones I found:
"Write about your relationship with your body"
Oh boy oh boy oh boy I can tell you how excited I am to write about my body! I would no sooner choose to watch a pimple popping video than I would choose to write about my body. (By the way, if you are one of those freaks that likes those pimple popping videos, stay far far away from me.) I don't know what it is, but I HATE talking about myself. I don't like being put on the spot, I don't like being scrutinized in front of everyone, and my brain does this thing where it forgets every fun fact about myself ever when it is my turn to speak. So, next prompt.
"Write about the assumptions people make about you"
Alright listen, there is something about a baby face that makes people think you are sweet, caring, and nice. I mean sure I can be polite sometimes but for the most part I am not a very nice person. People also assume that I am underage but that is yet another curse of the baby face. I am starting to think having a baby face is way worse than a resting bitch face. At least with RBF people do not feel the need to approach you and make conversation as they do when you have a baby face. Curse my mother for giving me her chubby cheeks. (Jk mom). Nexxxxxxxxxxxxxt.
"Write a thank you letter"
My dear readers, I would like to thank the country of Italy for giving us pizza. Pizza is life. Here is my version of a perfect pizza: Hand tossed, the perfect amount of sauce, and cheese. That is all. No vegetables, no meats, no extras. Just bread, sauce, and cheese. That is all you need on a pizza!
"Write about the best boss you've ever had"
THIS ONE IS FOR YOU MARYANNE! When I lived in Florida, I had a tough time finding a job. After a week or so, I landed my DREAM job at a law firm as an office assistant. How great it looks on my resume! The problem was, the freaking law firm got bought out after a month of me working there. Guess who was the first to go? Yeahhhhhhhhh you guessed correctly. Desperate to find any job at this point, I applied at PetSmart. This amazing manager by the name of Dan hired me on the spot. Dan was awesome. He saw that I was a hard worker and always was picking me for special jobs. Even though I was technically a cashier, I did literally everything EXCEPT stand at the cash register. Hey, I wasn't complaining. Unfortunately Dan got transferred to another store after a couple weeks of me working there. Technically I was part time but guess who got 40 hours each week? You guessed correctly again! Well at this point, I was pretty much one of the store favorites because I was always picking up people's shifts and like I said, I am a hard worker. It helps when you love what you're doing. I would stock shelves, clean up the isles, play with the dogs, greet customers, help them find things around the store, make things look nice, etc. I had only worked there about a month when one Sunday I get a call from a manager named Maryanne. She asked me to work an overnight shift and help put out new prices for the store. The other girl that was supposed to be helping had called in sick. I was intrigued, because I had never done this before. As it turns out, pricing the store is extremely easy and I seemed to be good at it. From then on, I worked every overnight shift with her and we became very close friends. Maryanne was very good at giving life advice, and I often vented to her about personal things. She taught me a lot about life, animals, and hard (but fun) work. I was on the fast track to becoming a manager but I chose to move back to Kansas instead. We still stay in touch on social media though and I am actually going to visit her in a couple weeks. I am pretty excited, seeing as how she lives in Fort Worth Texas now which is MUCH closer than Florida.
And just like that, the words started flowing. I am content for now.
P.S. I hate endings
P.P.S. Maybe I should think of a sign-off phrase to make endings easier to write. Let the brainstorming begin
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