That Moment...

TMW you realize you were wrong.

Lack of strength? In what respect?

 

TMW you wake up from an anxiety-ridden dream where you're late to work... for a job where you haven't worked in years.

 

TMW...

You read a fantasy book and two things occur:

+ You read a scene that is...somewhat disturbing and you imagine your characters reading it with disgust, one of them even putting it down and going to get some liquor. Or dunk his head in a barrel of cold water.

+ You read another scene where two women are being horrendously cruel to the slave child protagonist and you imagine yet another one of your characters barging through the door to murder them and rescue the girl. Then you realize that such rash overreactions would be absolutely fitting for this character and brainstorm how to explore this within the narrative of your own story.

In short, when I read books, I imagine my characters reading them and reacting accordingly. That's not weird, is it? >___>

 

TMW you lose yourself in the text and after a considerable length of time, you move positions on the bed to get comfy again and you then realise that you've been seeing everything play out in your head rather than reading words on the page.

Why do people write books? So the readers can leave the mundane life and escape to another world. The bigger the highs and lows the author creates, the more the reader lives in that world. (Providing it's well done of course ) So it's not strange Link

 

Thanks. I do like the mental exercise of imagining how my characters would react to what I'm reading. They say things like, 'Now if I were in that situation, I would do this instead...'

TMW you have nothing else to say, but want to say something meaningful in this thread.

 

Also, TMW when you tell yourself "You have to do a TMW to write in this thread." and then proceed to struggle to find something.

 

TMW you realize that writing your newest novel isn't, in fact, extraordinarily difficult -- but you'll never know if you have this thing called parenting figured out until it's too late to make any revisions ...

 

You get the 'member' trophy.

No. Not the one shaped like a penis. I'm talking about my profile status.

 

TMW you're doing research at a coffee shop and want to be left to your work. Instead, some very loud and obnoxious man takes a seat, despite the sea of empty tables, in the free chair at your small table which is clearly set up for independent use or for the use of two intimate friends.

This is extremely awkward and obtrusive. To make matters worse, my charger is plugged into the outlet directly behind his chair.

How to maneuver out of this situation with social graces and kindness in tact? Hmm .....

 

So how did maneuver your way onto another table?

suggest he move to another table in case he tripped over the wires? Apologize for not talking as you had a deadline to meet and you were already running late?

The last time I was trapped it was by a lonely old lady who just wanted to talk. In the end I closed my laptop down and chatted to her for about an hour. the stroy was still waiting for me. Perhaps he was also lonely - that or he was trying to pick you up

 

Thankfully his social abrasiveness didn't end there, and he proceeded to ask me if he could use the outlet to charge his laptop. That gave me a good out to let him know that I was headed out, anyway. But not before he pointed out that he was not, in fact, trying to come on to me.

 

How to let a girl down gently!

 

That moment when you voltunteer to sing something at your graduation and you instantly wonder what the heck you're thinking to suggest something like that. Maybe after a couple bottles of whiskey.

 

There's your problem. A flat stare and a quiet, but menacing, 'fuck off' should work.

 

I have this condition which seems to cause my "fuck off" face to illicit fits of laughter, accompanied with this irritating statement: Awh! I'm sorry -- I don't mean to laugh and I know you're serious, but you're so just cute when you're mad.

Halp!

 

Damn, girl! You be crazy.

 

Most definitely! But it's on my bucket list to sing in front of an audience, so maybe now's my chance. Even so, if it actually happens, I'll be one shaky person. #YOGO (you only graduate once... or maybe not)

 

TMW you haven't written anything since November.

 

TMW when you read a chapter you thought was solid and it turns out to be a soft number 2.
*facepalm*

 

That moment when you're rudely asked for a cig and the guy ignores you when you reply.

My thought:
No, but enjoy your lung cancer. Dick.

(Inhales deeply with a fine set of working lungs) Aaaahh, the fresh air when your lungs aren't coated in cig crap.

 

Exactly! That's me right now. D:

Edit: TMW you have a idea, go to write/type it down, then realize you have forgotten it already.

 

Tobacco is like speed with a lot less focus and a lot more cancer. It's actually pretty sad, when you think about it.

 

It's basically Russian Roulette with cancer. It might happen, it might not. If it does, it will not be a quick, painless ordeal.

EDIT: It then suddenly occurred to me after I thought that, 'Wait, did I just wish this guy to have lung cancer?' Really, no one deserves to have cancer even when they seem to like dating it on a routine basis every time they inhale tobacco. It was an odd little moment of vengeful thinking and regretful shame when my logic won over my emotions.

TMW...you have a philosophical debate with yourself over this. You then blame Vlogbrothers for instilling that habit into you.

 

I truly think that our culture would be better off with low-dose oral amphetamine in place of tobacco. It's dangerous and prone to abuse, but at least the amounts people with ADHD use don't endanger them in the same way as smoking a pack a day.

Of course, we'd be better off with nicotine gum than either, and better off with caffeine than that.

Yeah. Addiction is sad. My parents tried to quit for years, and neither of them succeeded until they permanently replaced cigarettes with less harmful methods of nicotine delivery. As it stands, me and my sister are the first people in two generations who never started smoking.

 

We'd be better off in a society where drugs aren't at all necessary to function properly.