Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Thursday, December 30, 2010

12.30

[I stink at this "daily" thing. I have done pretty good for the first 20 odd days of each month but then I completely lose momentum. Ah, well.]

I want to yell at someone. Not just because I'm angry, because though I am angry, it would lose its potency. No, I want to yell at someone because it would work. Convincing them logically doesn't. Coaxing them sweetly doesn't. Bribing, whining, and coercing are all out. My last recourse is violence.
I just wish they would shut up and work on the project, or the boss will fire us all.

4 comments:

  1. If you can hear me, clap once.
    If you can hear me, clap twice . . .

    ReplyDelete
  2. Hmm.

    I trained myself not to yell or raise my voice a long time ago. There are reasons for that, but they're not important. What's important is that you (real you and fic you) still have a voice. So use it.

    Just don't strain it so badly that it goes away.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Hm. WELL this was not autobiographical I would like to point out.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Yes, but you used first person. It's hard not to just respond to it.

    ReplyDelete