“I’ve never had to deal with this before, so I apologize. . . .” –an unidentified caller to 911 in suburban Milwaukee, WI, after a gunman walked into a hotel church service and shot several people, killing seven.
I am amazed at how this space begs to be a confessional, how every time I sit down to post all I can think of is all I’ve been thinking of for the past, what? two months now? Fighting it becomes tiresome quickly. Not exhausting–I’m not admitting defeat this early in the game–but certainly tiresome.
I suppose the only answer is to make this the “confessional” post. Okay then. Here goes:
A thing happened. A really bad thing happened. It took me by surprise. I spent some time in shock. Then a worse thing happened. At the same time I was finding out about the worse thing, a good thing was happening. The good thing eventually turned into a better thing while the bad thing continued to fluctuate between/among bad and worse and maybe not so bad but really still quite bad and worse. The shock of the really bad thing and the worse thing started to wear off. The better thing started to fluctuate itself (as things do). The very bad and worse thing became the sad thing. The sad thing became the very sad thing. The better thing tempered/tempers the bad/worse/sad thing (which is still fluctuating (as things do)). I am still surprised sometimes by the bad/worse/sad thing. I am also surprised by the good/better thing. Fluctuations of things, besides being the thing things do, are also usually surprising. The bad thing is fluctuatingly bad. The good thing is fluctuatingly good. Life does whatever it’s going to do. Things happen. Nothing happens. All the time.
Cliches are used and used again.
So, this is Sunday already…write.
You could always turn your confessionals into poor fiction.
ex. 1: http://www.livejournal.com/users/thereverend/40233.html
(obviously, I have no idea who wrote this, they’re certianly no relation to me.)
this is a good thing.