I often wonder where some of my miscellaneous thoughts come from. Do you know what I’m talking about? I’ll be sitting at my computer writing an essay (or–more likely–browsing through YouTube) and a character’s voice will pop into my head, saying the most bizarre/funny/unrelated-to-the-current-topic things that I have to write them down somewhere.
Yesterday, it was:
Person 1-“You hate me, don’t you?”
Person 2-“Hate you? No. I just genuinely despise your face.”
I don’t know why I thought this was so funny, but I just started cracking up at midnight. I’m pretty sure it solidified to my roommate that I am a crazy person, but hey, what can you do?
Then, today, it was:
“…sometimes I think my life is a joke—but the bad kind of joke—like the ones on the Laffy Taffy wrappers where you read them and think: wow, this is stupid…”
I laughed because this is so true. I definitely think the narrator in my newest novel is going to think this…or maybe not. I’m not sure yet. I just thought it needed to be put out on the World Wide Web for other people to laugh at too. Or not laugh at. I guess it depends on the mood.
For example, I just drank a bottle of Coke and (because I get migraines really easily–stupid little buggers) took some migraine-strength medication with caffeine, and now I’m practically bouncing off the walls.
If someone walked into my room right now and said hello, I would probably think it was the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. I’m not sure if I’ve told this to you lovely readers yet, but me+caffeine (especially direct caffeine-like in a pill form)= a really, really bad reaction. When I was a young, my mom refused to let me have caffeine or sugar after 8 o’clock at night because I would be so hyper that I would eventually start walking in circles around my house.
It was a problem. Still is. But now I have more self-control than to walk in circles. I can only imagine what my roommate would think if I picked up that habit again.
In the words of Pooh Bear, “Oh, bother!”
I just like this picture…