Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to (or revisit one from previoustrio prompts).
Jessica couldn’t contain her excitement when she returned home, ‘Guess what, babe? You and I are going on a trip…. TO NEW YORK CITAAAAY!‘
Jessica’s girlfriend, Lauren didn’t believe her. ‘Oh really?’, she said, raising an eyebrow. Continue reading →
If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
Just one thing?
That’s actually quite hard.
I think I’d like to be able to be more tolerant of people. More tolerant of their stupidity, and be able to sympathise with them, rather than wanting to smack them in the face for being so mind-numbingly stupid.
Yes, clearly, tolerance is what I need in my life. I just don’t seem to have it. Well, that’s not entirely true. Or maybe it’s not tolerance, maybe what I need is patience instead?
I’m not entirely what it is, but something that will stop myself from filling with extreme rage when people do / ask / say really dumb stuff in society. I let it affect me waaaaayyyy too much, and I need to learn how to stop it from getting to me the way it does. The rage is just so overwhelming.
Oh my god, the rage!!
My ‘stupid people rage’. It’s well-known. It’s become part of my personality. It’s something that people know me for. Hell, I’ve managed to write an entirely separate blog dedicated to it… Granted, I draw so much attention to it for my own therapy, and to get it out of my system, but I also draw attention to it to give it a spotlight. To show all the people out there that are only looking at the world as sunshine, puppies and rainbows, that actually, people can be pretty fucking stupid and you can’t tell me that it’s all in my head. I’m not the only one who sees it.