Answering a new and inspiring Writing Prompt (Jetpack block) each day.
20230611-2223. Each time I would meet a guy, eventually I would have to say goodbye. The most interaction would only last at least a handful to maybe two dozen times. And then that’s about it. No real goodbyes. Just simply NOT calling or talking was all that it took. No questions asked. Just fade away and disappear.
20230611-2220. I could never be someone else for a day because I don’t look like or feel like anybody else but me, myself and I!
I’m already distraught over having to re/incarnate as my present self who can’t even present herself anything else about weird!
So I can’t imaging being someone else! No way!
20230611-2216. I tried pulling out weeds from the backyard using my own gloved hands. But I ended up injuring myself, My right thumb felt outta place. I felt sore for a few days and was absolutely winded out from heart palpitations, partly due to drinking DARK roasted whole coffee beans. So we paid 1K for the gardener to remove the weeds and mow the two lawns out front and back.
20230611-2211. There is no such word as nothing. For there is always something. Nothing else matter but something else does! Get it?
It’s like saying there is no GOD and that nothing existed before GOD came into existence. Get it? There has to be a CREATOR of all sorts to make the concept of something matter.
20230611-2206. There’s really nothing to worry about.
“Come what may”, as my daddy would say.
With that said, who care? I know I shouldn’t care about what happens in the next six months. I’ll continue to spend like its no tomorrow and save up for the next big expenses. That’s all I could do for now.
20230611-2203. I’d advice my teenage self to open up and be more confident. Talk to more of your classmates and stop being so afraid of what to say. Sign up to be a leader. Put on makeup and do your hair. Participate in drama classes. Get involved with the community. Stop hiding inside the house. Get married earlier and make one dozen of babies – 6 boys and 6 girls.
20230611-2158. I hate uninterested and uninteresting people who are always glued to their smartphones like Das Squirrel and his Twit Wifey, whom I kicked outta our Thanksgiving lunch back in November 2022. Since then that bitch hasn’t spoken to us. Well, both of them never really were close since they lived together.
These are the grossly indoctrinated invaders into progressive liberalisms of Commiefornia and their bad attitudes that only concern themselves. No conversations. No sharing. No talking. Just silence. What’s the point of them ever visiting if that’s the case?
20230611-2155. I always loved the taste of root beer. But when I read the label to one particular brand of root beer, I stopped buy that product. The ingredient listed was high fructose corn syrup, which is known to fool the body into thinking that it’s always thirsty or something like that. So I did NOT like knowing that my favorite Mug Root Beer contained HFCS!
20230611-2153. I don’t have any favorites or friends or people who would dare surround unto moi. I just keep to myself and avoid all the drama of being the center of attention, a trap for introverts.
20230611-2148. I really do NOT have a favorite pair of shoes.
The ones that I use frequently, however, are my expensive orthopedic shoes with custom-made orthotics that cost one pair at least six-hundred dollars. I have two pairs: one camel color and one black color. Both are called Mary-Janes with a more rounded boxed-toe area and one strap across the top or hump of the foot.
The other or third pair of shoes are my shoes which are designed for climbing over rough terrain and walking basically. These are pink and gray in color and have thicker “treads” underneath for a better grip upon the uneven surfaces.
20230611-2146. I guess that would the small trinkets that our favorite daily messenger would send MM and me. But now times have changed and nobody seems to send gifts to anybody during these times of tribulations.
20230611-2139. If it’s true that after the lockdowns, that most will have anywhere from five to ten years to live, then I wouldn’t have a budget and will spend everything to the penny.
I don’t have any heirs per se and therefore, budgeting for a future won’t matter because I’ll be the only one spending whatever is left.
If there was a real budget then I’d only spend on fresh fruits, vegetables and organic free-range beef and avoid snacks and online shopping.
In other words, I’m NOT price-conscious. I just read the label for fresh or organic or USDA approved and try different off-brand names for new, emerging or small businesses.
