i know i said i'd start writing these things in poems but that may take some time..
right now.. im frustrated. REALLY ! pissed the f off.
1) I don't like being treated like a child
2) I don't like my job
3) I am bored out of my mind
4) I am not leaving until i have something better to go to
5) I had a convo with someone new who shed new light on my writing.
And we stop at 5. The convo went like this... I was asked about this poem i do that gets a lot of response. it's called "I hate that"
and it's basically about how you really like someone but there are somethings you hate to love and some things you love to hate.. and in the end.. it's like.. hell..to be honest it's a break up poem.. with a spin. i'm being sarcastic and i'm making my sarcasm pay off and apparently alot of people like it. .i get a request for it ALOT! .. well
this new person asked me how long it took me to write it.. and i was like oh 10-15 mintues.. and his eyes got large..
Clearly i've been taking too many things for granted.. cuz the next question was..." not being egotistical or anything but your gifted aren't you.. And i'm' modest.. i told you right.. cuz i honestly said.. I guess you could say that..
and he said... nah really.. if you don't write.. do you feel like you have to write and i said yes.. then he said.. words just flow for you.. and i said yes again.. and next came his amazement or realization that i was one of those tortured special people. ."you are bestowed with a gift of writing.. "
and i think i needed to hear/see it in someone else's eyes. .that i've been taking this thing for granted..
Everyone can't do this like this... or do what i do like i do... some people are even amazed and touched and blessed by what i do.. so i can't go walking around complaining about my day job.. when it's my writing that brings me and others real joy.. a time to focus on the positive.. and stop being so numb to my own existance... i have a gift.. i need to use it. . .and i need to get the hell out of this cubicle prison.
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