Wow, today is my fourth wedding anniversary, a sham one as it turns out, considering the marriage is going to end in a few months (I’m rooting for mid July – yay!). I’m not as bitter as this probably sounds, by the way; I just figured I should actually write something on such a…erm… momentous occasion. Only now that I’m sitting here before this blank (well, semi-blank) box, I’m not sure what the protocol is for such a thing.
I know what I should do, that is, what people going through breakups usually do. I should actually get off my bum and get out of the flat and remind myself that there’s a whole world of possibility out there. New friends to be made, good times to be had, beer to be drunk, and somewhere on this planet is the man who will hopefully love me forever – at least I hope he’s somewhere on this planet and not somewhere in space kidnapped by aliens – it might be difficult to get him back if he has been. Or if he’s in a Mexican prison. That might be an even more difficult place to spring him from.
Oh, well, let’s just hope he has better sense than to land himself in either one of those places! Or in any other difficult situations, come to think of it. Aargh, don’t get me started on gloomsday scenarios (and yes, I am aware that it’s “doomsday” but my love life can hardly affect the fate of the world, can it? Hence a mere “gloomsday”).
Anyway, I’ve digressed again. The point is I don’t have to go out to know there’s a world of possibility out there. I’m happy with the few close friends I have. I don’t generally like the taste of beer. (And by now half the people reading this are saying, “Can she get any more pathetic?”) But really, I want to stay at home and concentrate on getting Dance of the Tavens finished so I can get published. And then of course there’s this practical joke thing that life is playing on me. Though why should that stop me from going social-life-and-man-hunt-crazy, you ask? Ah, if only I could say. I know, the cryptic thing again. Well, nothing to do for it. But don’t worry, it’s all good!
And since I really don’t have anything else to say, I’m going to leave after this little message for you in hex code: 4F 6E 65 20 6D 61 6E 27 73 20 65 78 2D 77 69 66 65 20 69 73 20 61 6E 6F 74 68 65 72 20 6D 61 6E 27 73 20 74 72 65 61 73 75 72 65 2E
Okay, okay, so I changed it to suit my purposes! So sue me. Here’s a real quote for all you sticklers out there: 54 68 65 20 6f 6e 65 20 77 68 6f 20 6d 61 6b 65 73 20 79 6f 75 20 63 72 79 20 69 73 6e 27 74 20 77 6f 72 74 68 20 79 6f 75 72 20 74 65 61 72 73 20 61 6e 64 20 74 68 65 20 6f 6e 65 20 77 68 6f 20 69 73 20 77 6f 6e 27 74 20 6d 61 6b 65 20 79 6f 75 20 63 72 79 2e
Sonya, the more I get to know you, the less pathetic you seem – not more! 🙂
I’m with you on not liking beer much; I only drink it in certain social settings, such as if a customer offers us one after a job is done on a hot summer day, otherwise I never touch it and don’t want to.
As for a world of possibility out there – yes, of course there is, but take your time! Don’t rush into anything – after all, you don’t want to make the same mistake twice. If indeed mistake is the right word…
This is your second mention of a practical joke life is playing on you- arg, my curiosity is killing me! 😉 As long as everything really is okay…?
I really liked your little Hex code puzzle; I didn’t know you knew about anything about Hex code! Not I do… :O
I love what your messages say, though, and couldn’t agree more!
Yes, everything really is okay, thanks for asking 🙂 The practical joke is just something unexpected that is going on but it’s not bad at all! And it might end up not being ‘played’ anyway…
I didn’t know anything about hex code till I saw a story / poem on jottify that used it! This one, in fact: http://jottify.com/works/the-assassins-code/
I hope everything is well with you! Thanks for reading
Eleomer’s got some good advice there. Chill a little and take your time. If something doesn’t feel right, give it a miss. And write more. I like your writing and I get disappointed when I see you haven’t posted for a while. C’mon Sonya Lano, as we Liverpool fans never tire of saying: You’ll never walk alone.
Thank you for that. I am trying to write more, though this week has been a bit hard because I’m having a spot of writer’s block. It looks like you’ve been writing yourself, though, so I suppose you got a new muse to replace the old lazy one… I’m still working on mine, obviously…
I’m with Bukowski – if your muse ain’t there, go and do something else until she turns up. No point struggling with a blank page. Give her time she’ll turn up and act as if nothing has happened and she hasn’t been away.