The Swan in The Silver Lake.
One day in the woods as the sun shown down on a lake. on it there lived a swan. Her name was Sue. Sue had a friend who lived nearby. Every day Sue would visit her. But on Monday her friend wasn't there so Sue cried. Soon her friend Kate came back. when she saw Sue crying she too started to cry. But soon they broke into laughter.
When Sue and Kate went back they were so surprised because the lake had turned silver they fainted. But they recovered soon and were very happy.
Let's put the possible therapy session that needs to happen here aside here and look at the ongoing issues I've had with writing since childhood; Punctuation is still not yet a friend to me and, I have always had issues writing a middle.
I'm not going to call this story premise brilliant because it's not but, where is the middle? Why is Sue crying? What is the Swan doing in this story? I mean, it's there, it's in the title and then it's gone. And why does the lake turn silver and why, after fainting, does it make Sue and Kate happy?
What I Saw in the Mirror.
One morning I woke up looked in mirror and saw a witch. She looked so ugly I screamed. I did it so loud my friends heard and came running. The saw her and fainted. That night my friends stayed with me and we took turns looking at the mirror. And every day the mirror changed. The end.
Kids are mean.
Like, make fun of the kid from Kenya with an Afro and accent
And call her names and make her cry.
Like drop rocks on Brother's Afro at the bus stop
And laugh at the fact that the rocks bounced off
While he stood there crying.
Like ask the kid from Africa if they wore clothes
Or why they looked like a monkey
And then laugh when she cries.
Kids are mean.
They laugh when she cries.
One morning when everybod had had breakfast and had gon to watch tv jst to find they had disappeared. so they went from house to house looking for their tv's until them came to my house. I did not open the door until the whole town was there. when I opened the door the whole town poured in. luckily the house was big enough. they started searching and searching until they came to the living room where my tv was and from then on I was paid hundred dollars a day.
Oh. My. Word. I am so sad for the poor lonely girl I was. Let me tell you, showing up to a new school in a new country with an accent, an Afro and major cultural differences was really a detriment to making friends.
Funny enough, as I got older, being the kid from Kenya with the major cultural differences was a draw. Sure, when I was a kid, most folk thought my life in Africa looked very much like a National Geographic article with lots of naked tribes people, but it was a great starting point for a conversation. Even to this day, my background is something that sets me apart from the usual, something I'm not ashamed of, something I celebrate, but then - fitting in was all that mattered.
And to fit in, you needed a TV. I can't tell you how many school projects I couldn't do because I didn't have a TV. Or conversations I couldn't take part in because I hadn't watched whatever it was last night. "What do you mean you haven't seen...???" was constantly shouted at me in horrific shrieks Friday or Monday mornings. I still have flashbacks to those days when I confess I haven't seen a single episode of 'Breaking Bad' or 'Game of Thrones' and someone starts to explain the plot of the latest episode. "What do you mean you haven't seen GOT?!?" I'm okay with it. Really, I am.
Okay, really I still have Fear of Missing Out. I still can't walk past a TV without getting sucked into the content just in case it is something I'm quizzed about at the water/wine cooler later. But TV has sometimes been the best friend, the only friend I've had. I know that's sad but that was true.
Thankfully, it's certainly not the case now. I mean, now I have friends. Really, I do. I also have TV for those times I just want to sit in my house with my passive TV "friends" who are looking for love or hunting for houses in foreign countries or beating up bad guys in ways that only Jason Stathum can. Imaginary friends who won't bug me and ask me if I wore clothes in Africa but will make me feel better about my life and my life choices.
Oy - therapy session over. Here's another brilliant picture of a house. My show is on.
My name is ej. I'm a girl. I say that because with the short hair and the short initials, folks aren't always sure. More brilliant insights to who I am in About me