“Welcome to the Real World”

25 Apr

Well, I haven’t written since the fall. Why the absence? Let’s see if you can choose the correct answer from the following: 


    1. I was on an extended vacation in Miami with fly hunnies. Blah, blah, something about my weiner, something about my private jet.

    2. I was hibernating.

    3. I got a new job and make more money these days, but my work sucks the creative life right out of my heart and soul. It’s horrid. Creative stagnation is deafening. Daily I fight myself about it, and sometimes when I share this with other people, they tell me this is what it’s like to be an adult. Tired looking people have actually uttered the phrase, “Welcome to the real world” and at night I secretly wish a plague on all of their houses.


 

If you chose number three, congratulations–you’re correct, but I’m seriously judging your general negativity and lack of imagination.

Creative people, I have something to say to you. Everyone else can stop reading now. There’s nothing more for you here. Go on. Get out of here. Git.

Ok, I think we’re good. Creative people, if you can relate in any way to number three, there’s a good chance you have awoken in the night sweating and worried you lost yourself and snacks seem like the right answer, but every time you get up your boyfriend asks where you’re going and you couldn’t possibly tell him you miss writing poetry and intend to eat his delicious snacks to comfort yourself, so you just lie there instead.

If that’s you in some fashion, but you also have hope and at least one creative bone (ha, bone) left in your body, I implore you to find a way to integrate said bone into your life as much as possible. It may take patience and require stepping out of your comfort zone, but you should do it because you have hope and creativity feeds your soul. It’s a part of who you are, and there’s a possibility that other people may benefit from it, too. The “adult” you who “can’t” make time for it is on the last train to somewhere uncool and from what I’ve seen while exploring my brain’s personal version of Google Maps, that place is riddled with bovine complacency.

If people ever make you feel like it isn’t worth it to express yourself through whatever it is that you do, consider eating their snacks instead of your boyfriend’s snacks. Then, give me their names and I will wish plague and pestilence, or maybe just some sort of crop-dusting fart syndrome, on each and every one of their houses.

As for me, please stay tuned. Fun things are on the way.

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9 Responses to ““Welcome to the Real World””

  1. Anonymous April 25, 2017 at 6:21 pm #

    I assumed you were just hibernating.

    Like

  2. Kathleen April 25, 2017 at 6:23 pm #

    Anonymous? Not a word used to describe me EVER!!!

    . . . . I assumed you were just hibernating.

    Liked by 1 person

    • La La April 25, 2017 at 6:24 pm #

      Haha! I wish I had been hibernating. I certainly could have used the sleep. I hope you’re well!

      Liked by 1 person

      • Kathleen April 25, 2017 at 6:26 pm #

        I wouldn’t say ‘well’. But I am ALIVE and that beats the alternative. xoxoxo

        Liked by 1 person

  3. Danielle G. April 26, 2017 at 9:59 am #

    Welcome back. 😉
    Can’t wait to see what’s to come!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Twindaddy April 26, 2017 at 8:06 pm #

    I was with you until the boyfriend part. I have no idea what that’s like.

    Liked by 1 person

    • La La April 26, 2017 at 8:07 pm #

      Altered to your version, I’m happy to learn I’m not alone. A common theme. 😊

      Like

  5. Transit Address April 27, 2017 at 6:09 am #

    Sounds great

    Like

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