I Need Some Stories

I love to write, especially for you. But, I’m the same way with writing as I am with art. I’ll only show it off if I really like it. Which is why right now I’m dying trying to figure out how to portray my thoughts in a way that may provoke some of your own. It seems I have been sitting here for two weeks trying to conjure up something that will hit all the right taste buds, while the entire world around me bounces from hectic to utter boredom. Unfortunately, for you (I’m guessing) and me I can’t think of a way to write what I want to say. Usually I’ll come into a post with a story and the story will have a moral to it, just like any good Berenstain Bears book. The problem is I haven’t really been getting out into the world that gives me the material for the though-provoking stories I talk about. I’ve mostly just been sitting at home for the majority of the day and waiting for my friends to get home from work. The most action, in the story sense, I have been seeing has been at Wal-Mart; which, I guess will have to do if I’m to quench my thirst for writing this week. Quite a while ago I had what some might call a date (we sat at the same table to eat), in the Wal-Mart lunchroom:

I sat down to eat my Lasagna Alfredo after cooking it in the microwave for the suggested time on the box. Shortly after I sat down I was joined by a girl who I would simply describe as “new” (seeing as how I had never seen her before, I would consider this description to be accurate.) We both elegantly devoured our TV dinners without saying a word and, as I had shopping to do, I had to cut our lovely engagement short. “This was nice, we should do it again sometime” I said as I threw away my cardboard plate and plastic fork.

Soon after our date she had people in her department scouting me out so they could get a look at my name tag. She found it out quite quickly, not as quickly as she would have had she just asked me, but quickly nonetheless. I was and continue to be reminded that she knows my name every single time I pass the shoe department (no matter how briefly) by her shout of my name accompanied by a “Hi!” This aided me in correctly making the assumption that she is “into” me. My assumption was violently pushed away from any doubt I had when her friend ran up to me and asked a question that, for all those girls out there, will not be answered in the way you wish it to be. “Hey Terry, will you go out with Lori (the girl I went on the date with.)” To which I replied, “Sorry, I have a girlfriend.” Which I did and still do, but I digress, the point is: stuff like that doesn’t work and people need to realize it. Lori figured it out and has also figured out that I am not interested, however, a short time ago she passed the number of a girl from Jewelry onto me. Now, this hasn’t been written to make me look like a Wal-Mart chick magnet or anything, I’ve been working there for nearly two years and this just so happened to all take place in a month. In actuality this was written so you could have something to read and to give me motivation to get out of my house. A big pet peeve of mine is not taking advantage of the time you have. It seems I have become my own vexation.

-Teck

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