If a book were to be written of your life, what would the title be?
This question was asked recently in one of the authors’ groups I belong to on Facebook:
The answer came to me in a blinding flash of little-appreciated genius.
Alternate title: Crap That Wasn’t Meant To Happen.
Precis: A woman goes through life generally trying to do the right thing, but situations and people keep backfiring on her. This is further complicated by her own big mouth and her failure to learn the basics of human nature.
Tone: Initially comical, tending toward darkness and cynicism as the story progresses.
- How Not To Fit In… Ever
- How To Lose A Friend, Simply By Being Yourself
- Dairy Farming: The Idyllic Life
- How To Injure Both Hands At The Same Time
- How To Lose A Friend By Standing Up For What You Believe In
- Be A Teacher: They Only Work From 8.30 to 4, And Get All Those Holidays!
- The Sneaky Ways Awful People Conceal What They Really Are
- Apparently, I’m A Slow Learner
- How To Get A Tropical Disease 2500km South Of The Tropics
- Fibromyalgia: The Gift That Keeps On Giving
- No, They Will Never Understand That ‘Introvert’ and ‘Shy’ Are Different Things
- A Published Author: How Nice! You Must Be Rich.
- Oh, You’re An Author? I Don’t Read.
- Needles In The Haystack: There Are Actually Nice People Out There
- ‘One In A Million’: A Ridiculously Optimistic Ratio
- How To Get A Knife Out Of Your Back
- Why You Should Never Give That Knife To Someone Else
- When Adding Extended Family On Social Media Backfires
- Old Friends Can Turn On You, Too!
- Why They Can Post Whatever They Want To On Facebook, But You Can’t
- Why Doing Something Nice For Someone Is Often A Really Bad Idea
- The Block Function: How To Slam That Door Well And Truly Shut
- How To Offend Your Family And Friends By Succeeding
- Why You Should Never Assume That People Are As Sincere As You Are
- Vulnerability Explained: Discovering You Are An Empath
- The Achilles Tendon: ‘Heel’ and ‘Heal’ Are Not The Same Thing
- Still Hobbling? There Goes Your Other Ankle.
I know. It will never sell.
Marketing that kind of stuff is exhausting – I should know. It is, after all, the story of my life.
Some people think you can write any old thing and call it a poem.
That’s not how it works.
©2018 Joanne Van Leerdam
Haters can be so dumb.
I wonder if the guy who made the sign was in a hurry, careless, or just genuinely ignorant of the mistake he made.
Everything about this annoys me. Especially the hate.
I have no time for people who will brand all the members of one group by what a few people, who claim to be the representatives of that group, do.
I resent their attempts to change the fabric of society and the blanket statements they make.
As I’ve said before, IS claiming to be Muslim is like the KKK or Hitler claiming to be Christian.
So I decided to take the sign literally and have a little fun at the haters’ expense. Just because I could.
No offence is intended. Unless, of course, you’re one of the haters.
Then it’s a bonus.
Today’s offering comes from ‘First Dog on the Moon’ because I am so ashamed of our government on this issue – and many others – I have few things to say about it that can be published.
One day, Australia will have to come to terms with her guilt.
Some people find waiting for others really annoying. I consider it to be a chance to stop and observe people and the things they do, or think about things, or send a quick update to Facebook or twitter. If there is nothing better to do, I’m quite capable of amusing myself – I am, after all, enormously funny.
This afternoon, for example, I was sitting in the main street of town waiting for my chauffeur (aka husband) to meet me. I smiled at the sight of the man who was standing on a ladder to wash the sign hanging outside the front of his shop, and holding onto that same ladder with his belly over the top of the ladder so that he had both hands free. Now there’s a problem solver! I was tempted to take a photo, but that would identify both the man and his shop, which would be quite politically incorrect of me since I don’t know him at all.
Ten minutes later, because I am so refined and politically correct, I performed my “internal facepalm” (where I am yelling “Oh man!!! Are you serious?” and facepalming quite vigorously on the inside, but remaining calm and collected on the outside as though nothing at all were happening) as the same gentleman wrote advertisements on his shop window for “ART SUPPLY’S” and various other special items.
Then I noticed the sign below the door of a nearby vacant shop. It read “WATCH THE STEP”.
I sat there for 45 minutes, and that step didn’t do a thing. I have to say, that step wasn’t anywhere near as interesting as watching a man hold onto a ladder with his belly.