So… Can you Connect the Dots?

Daily Prompt: Open your nearest book to page 82. Take the third full sentence on the page, and work it into a post somehow.


Here is the book that is on the top of my pile of real (as opposed to electronic) books  to read.  It was definitely “nearest” as I was able to take a weird angle picture of it on my I-Phone from where I was sitting, and then still without getting up I reached for it and picked it up and opened it to page 82.  So far this prompt is going extremely well for me.  (By the way, why have I not read this book yet?  It’s The Red House, by Mark Haddon, author of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time.  It looks really GOOD.)

It’s hard cover, red with a black binding and has a lovely crisp new dust jacket full of excellent information which I should have referred to for that last prompt about the writing of dust jackets, but too late for that now.  Time to zoom in to the top of page eighty-two and discover what fate has in store for me today.

I am in love with that first sentence.  Stuck on the dashboard there was a toy camel with rubber legs which wobbled when the car went round corners.  Who could not write an entire essay with that sentence for inspiration?  The second one is equally amazing.  There was a diamante cat collar in the footwell.  How easy would it be to write a page or two about the glittery ornamentation of sequins and rhinestones?  Because if the collar belongs to a cat I don’t think they’d be actual diamonds.  Although I could be wrong – some people are just that enamoured of their cats.  And I’m not sure what a footwell is, but it doesn’t sound too complicated.

Moving right along in chronological order, the third sentence is next.  It is rather short.  One word short in fact.  So…  Come on.  Seriously?  That’s my sentence?  Is it even a real full sentence?  It starts with a capital and ends with a period (or three) and the next word is also capitalized, so it must be sentence number four.  The woman lit a cigarette. 

Are you running away from home?   Well, no, but I am a little disappointed.  However, when I further peruse the page and see all that greek coming up I can’t help but feel I have also dodged a bullet.  At least I know what the word “so” means.  Here are some sentences to illustrate.

1.  I am so sorry.

2.  Do it like so.

3.  And so it was.

4.  It has always been so.

5.  So how much do you think this duplicate opticians license which was printed with the old picture on it and sent out before they received the new picture would be worth on the black market?  Nothing?  Oh.  So I just thought I’d ask.

6.  So what?

7.  Is not – is SO!

8.  Not so fast!

9.  He’s just a stupid so and so.

10.  I am so done with this.  So long for now.

So what does all this have to do with connecting dots?  I so do not have a clue.  Unless So… becomes So___ but then it would look more like filling in the blanks.  I’m going to read the book now, so I can let you know if it contains any more one word sentences.  I am so sure you’re holding your breath waiting for that.  So…

Mea Culpa

Do I think I deserve an apology that I haven’t yet received?

Oh, probably. I often feel hurt or wronged or on the receiving end of rudeness. When I get all pouty about something I try to consider the source, and then come up with one of two conclusions.

Either I am being overly sensitive and touchy and need to suck it up and get on with my day, or….

…..the other guy is a totally insensitive heartless stupid jerk, and whatever he said or did wasn’t necessarily personal. In which case I still need to suck it up and get on with my day.

There are people out there who, if you tried to explain to them exactly what was offensive and why, wouldn’t get it anyway.

And insincere apologies are worse than no apology at all. When you demand an apology from someone who then obediently says “I’m sorry” what he really means is “I don’t think I did anything wrong and I don’t get why you’re so bent about this, but what the hell, if an apology makes you feel better, here ya go. Suck it up and get on with your day.”

Then there are the people who say they’re sorry CONSTANTLY. For EVERYTHING. Knowing they can say or do whatever they want as long as they apologize for it later. Insensitive jerks.

Do I owe any apologies that I haven’t yet given? Well, if I do, please clue me in because I have that insensitive jerk side of me going on sometimes too. I have been known to screw up on occasion. And even if I don’t think I’m wrong, it has never killed me to at least say “I’m sorry you feel that way. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. I’m sorry this happened.” I would mean that sincerely. And then I would sincerely hope that you are able to suck it up and get on with your day.

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I’m Avoiding….

Guilt trips. They’re such an emotionally draining waste of time. I accept my own blameworthiness and lapses in this life and from now on I will allow myself two minutes max of sorrowful remorse per transgression. Then I will just get on with living my life and screwing up and saying things like Oooops and Sorry where required.

I’ve also been avoiding cleaning the fish tank. Such a boring and annoying task. Sorry Phinaeus. People with avoidance personality disorder probably should not be allowed in pet stores.

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