X-Rays from Mars
partially encoded transmission….
“I have no ego,” said she modestly.
Ever since I found out exactly who I am (a children’s writer, during NaNo), my friends are recoiling in horror. I’m finally saying what I think most of the time. A real nightmare for everybody except me, who is no slave to approval anymore, but a certified professional in foolishness. Being a children’s writer means you can say whatever you think, and you don’t care what the grownups wig out about. They don’t count anyway, only the kids.
Oh okay, I know we’re all kids.
So even though you may have a teeny tiny bit of an ego left (since you’re alive and all), it’s great that you said that. It loosened me up to say to you the truth as I see it, which unfortunately for some reason doesn’t seem to go along with the way anybody else sees it; why, I have no idea. Everybody wants you to do stuff their way. And I don’t mean most people, I mean everybody. Even you, dear. Am I the only one on the planet who doesn’t care how others do stuff?
It’s like you say, they want to make you do things their way. What I say is go find somebody else to make do with. Life doesn’t come with a rulebook. You make it up as you go along. So what if mine is radically different than yours, or anybody that ever lived? Sheesh. Damn…grownups, I tell ya, as if they had the least idea what normal is. Everybody seems to know what’s going on except me. I can’t be the only one who doesn’t know anything. Someday somewhere somehow someway I’ll meet up with someone as confused as me.
End transmission.
LWIII
I don’t know anything, but I definitely have an ego! I really enjoyed this one.
Thanks Loni! Here’s to the ones who are looking.
Tom,
I’m really happy for you. I have a way to go yet, but it’s a beautiful moment when you can just be yourself. Goodonya.
Thanks David! I’m afraid moment is right. I’ve gone back to kissing ass, at least most of the time, since being myself involves too much alienation of others. Nobody wants to disagree all the time. I don’t mean to be disagreeable, but if I say what I think, that means I usually disagree with anybody who thinks they know what is going on to any degree of specificity. Makes me disgruntling.
Gruntling sounds better than kissing ass (but feel free to disagree). My lady, I gruntle thee… or, Tom your blogs gruntle me. Nobody knows what’s going on, even Obama. It makes for some good stories though.
Well, my friends prefer kissing ass on my part, which basically means I don’t disagree with everything they say.
Onward to gruntleage!