This writing challenge topic for the 30 days of truth just screams out "depressing." I never want to bury my child. Or live in a cardboard box. Or have a job where I ask "Do you want fries with that?"
I could think of other things, as well. I hope I never have to have anyone change my diaper when I'm old and gray. I hope I never sample my cat's food; for that matter, I hope I never have a cat. I hope I never have to see a dead body floating in the ocean. I hope I never have to see or hear Ruch Limbaugh again. I could get fairly gross, disgusting and morbid with this. What the hell sort of topic is this, anyway?
I hope I never have to fire a person from a job (unless I don't like them.) I hope I never turn to a life of crime (unless I could get away with it). I hope I never have to walk naked in public (unless I lose weight, get a body lift and am suddenly svelte and sexy).
I hope I never have to write a post about this topic again. But I was stuck for something for today. I want to write about my job hatred but I need to calm down rather than just verbally spew vitriol so here's the compromise.
2 comments:
Your post for Day 6 is so much better than mine. I completely "ditto!" what you said.
OMG, I hope you never have to do any of those either. I miss you.
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