The thing is, sometimes I think it is the only thing I do well. Not all the time, some of my writings are stupid or just weird, but some of it is good.
What is it that makes it easier to write than to do things like file? I hate paperwork. Mail…it gives me shivers. It is like the demon from a torture/scary story. Mocking me. Sitting on the desk like piles of animosity. It makes its way through the mail, threatening to drown me in its bs. I don’t fear paper-cuts on my fingers…I fear the icy grip of death from opening a bill that I didn’t know I had.
The thought of my kids going back to school next month, although good for many reasons, also concerns me because of the piles of papers that they will bring home. Then you are forced to decide which of their precious projects you will save. You are obligated to weed through the garbage to find the signature forms for field trips or sign up sheets for snack or whatever.
You know why the flames of hell are so hot? Because hell is full of a never-ending supply of paper that laughs at you while it burns, then reappears behind you sticking it’s tongue out. I think that’s in the Bible somewhere…
Anyway, I have papers to ignore, so I had better quit writing.