Now, I shun the sentimental. If you've read one blog post you know enough to question why I share with you this shared quote. If you've seen more, then you may outright doubt what you expect to follow. So let me just tell you: I'm going to discuss the genders.
Shall I be an author, then? Why open myself to criticism? Not every question has answers to be given by me. These are two of those.
The community with which I share my disquiet keeps me company on the seemingly lonely and interminable road: humanity in general suffers a deep and resounding disquiet. The phenomenon itself may even be pandemonium, but more often than not the noise is as null as good or evil, as gray as white or black. The strength of discovering it lies not in assigning it any value but in recognizing its universality.
You feel yourself impelled towards crisis. You are a creature of habit: you prefer your side of the bed; you prefer a select group of restaurants; you think within the boundaries of a specific paradigm and refuse to consider others. You know this about yourself, and yet you feel impelled towards crisis. But that’s what your college years were for, those times dripping with the epiphanic.
I play this game with my friend Sadi (whose new book of poetry is coming out soon!) where we each come up with two words and the other person has to write out a poem using those words. Any form, inflection, mood, voice, or tense is allowable. Since in these games all forms of writing are allowed, I'm bumping the word requirement to three words. Public, degree, return
Publish in comments stories, no matter how polished or raw, according to the game of the week. If I like your story, I may ask you to gloss it into a short that I'll publish along with the next contest the following Thursday (or, perhaps, you permission for me to gloss the story for you.... I haven't quite worked that out yet....) Make the entries as short or as long as you want, and any genre is fair game: fiction, non-, and poetry.
“I need—” But do I really want to do this to her, to rely on Ashley when I don’t know how things are going to go with Sarah, when I can’t even pin down my feelings for a girl I just met at work, not to mention the girl I’ve loved for four years? Do I really want to be that asshole?