That Moment...

I meant sudden, I guess. Not instant.

 

You gotta move to Vancouver, bro. Believe it or not, it's only quarter till six there.

 

I always wanted to visit Vancouver. Looks like a beautiful city with lots of nice surrounding landscape.

 

It does look beautiful, but I've only been as far as the Rockies. It's a cool city to fetishize, like Montreal. Not Toronto, though.

 

Vancouver is beautiful, but it's no Montreal. Vancouver got an incredible setting and built an okay city there; Montreal got an okay setting and built an incredible city!

 

I hear Bigfoot lives near Vancouver.

 

It's a serious problem, for sure. Vancouverites try not to talk about it.

 

That moment you realize there's no way they rehearsed the opening ceremony of the Pan-Ams. My mind just crashed.

 

TMW you watch this and realise why some people were concerned about John Lennon's influence ...



Being from near Liverpool I grew up on this music.

 

TMW you have been too busy with your day job to write at all, or even get on a forum for a hot minute.

 

TMW you realize that your once kind, gentle sci-fi protagonist might actually be a bit of a jerk. Erm...not sure how I feel about that. Also, TMW you realize that a character in your fantasy just might have BPD. Will have to research this extensively.

TMW you realize that you take just as much joy out of looking over your writing and picking out what's wrong with it and what can be improved on as you do actually writing it.

 

TMW you browse the forum with a hangover and wonder what the hell's the matter with some people.

 

Firstly, they have a hangover.

 

TMW you want to become a writer and your friend gives you a gift voucher for Amazon

 

TMW the rubbish stays in your hand and the phone goes in the bin...
Smooth, Rach. Real smooth.

 

Happened to me before, plenty.

TMW...you attempt to stuff the bread into the medicine cabinet. No John, that's not where it goes.

TMW...you attempt to put the milk carton in with the spices. Um, dude? You blind or something?

 

I don't need a hangover to wonder, personally.

 

TMW you realize that "Marty's" is not a little dive bar your friend has chosen for her birthday party, but a gay night club specializing in the art of the lap dance, where there certainly aren't any rules about touching. I suppose that if I had to be accidentally introduced to my first 'strip club' experience, it's best that it was at a gay bar where they all seemed to be enjoying themselves quite thoroughly.

TMW you wonder, "aren't we too old for this shit?" You're not sure if you should buy your friend a lap dance for her birthday or stage an intervention ...

 

Sounds like a real hoot.

 

TMW...

You remember an old webcomic you used to love reading that hadn't been updated by the author since 2007 (in the middle of a cliffhanger, mind you) and you wonder why the author just left you and fellow readers of the comic hanging for eight years; why said author just never flat out stated whether or not the comic was actually going to continue.

Then you start feeling like a self-entitled jerkface. I mean wow, how dare the author, right? I mean, it's not like I can't just go write a story of my own, right?

 

TMW you use menthol shower gel and you get that cool, airy feeling ... especially around your nether regions.

 

TMW you are reminded you are not, in fact, a cyborg, as you tear up at reading such a harmless poem.

Spoiler: I walk down the street

 

TMW you wish you liked the act of writing more. Or maybe you're just frustrated. No, it's probably the first thing. But it could also be the second thing.

 

TMW you finish a book and think ... I can do that.