FwRIteDAY: “Monochrome”

There’s something I find really troubling about American society. I know that’s how a lot of things you read on the internet begin, but this is about something I don’t see written about too much, so hopefully that first sentence will be the only cliche you’ll see. Geez, I’m setting a high bar for myself here.

Anyway, what worries me is that in a country that claims to be full of options, we often seems to only be offered two. Right or wrong, Christian or Muslim, Republican or Democrat, Bike or Scooter (The kids in that photo started beating eachother up after I took it). This dichotomization can be seen on every news show, heard in every conversation, and even felt in every inner struggle. It’s this kind of “If you’re not with us, you’re against us” mentality that can often get us into trouble.

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FwRIteDAY: “Grant”

“Come on in Calvin. What can I do for you?”

Calvin enters his boss’ office and cautiously takes a seat in the chair in front of his desk. The legs have become warped with age so it wobbles quite a bit. Calvin could swear he keeps it in there as power play. Just to catch you off guard when you need something from him. Calvin always knew his boss was a smug piece of sh-

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FwrRIteDAY: “Happenstance”

There are two types of people in this world: People who use “ironic” incorrectly, and people who insist on correcting the other people.

I really hate that I just used  that two-types-of-people trope, bit in this case I think it’s pretty true. I have not way to prove this, but I feel pretty confident that every English speaker has used “ironic” incorrectly at least once in their life, and there’s a good chance that someone made you feel pretty darn foolish for that mistake.

I used to be the person who made you feel foolish. Every time I heard “ironic” when I was expected to hear “coincidental” or “serendipitous” or “seriously” instead, I would cringe and feel compelled to say something. And even though I tried to remain polite about it, teenage awkwardness and my generally horrible use of speech made a simple correction always came out as a really judgmental insult.  I really wish someone told me how much of a jerk I could be (or that I listened when someone already did).

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FwRIteDAY: “Upright”

It was during my freshman year of high school that I decided that bad posture was cool. All of the cool kids in TV shows had that disaffected slouch that said to the world “I’ll do what I want, and take it easy while I do it.” It was in my mind, the perfect look for me, so I had to emulate it.

My first attempts at what I would consider the cool slouch wound up making me look more like a cowboy than a cool guy. I think it was the hips. I curved my tailbone under just a little too much, resulting in a splayed leg, walking manner that would only impress the man I’d be dueling with at high-noon. Looking laid back was a lot more work than I thought.

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FwRIteDAY: “Correlate”

Erin was late by the time she got to her office. Not like it mattered. Nobody ever came to her office when she wished they would. It was always at the very end of her office hours that a swath of students came flooding in asking what they could do to boost their grade.

She just wished she could address them all at once or just keep screaming “NO!” over and over until they got the message, but the faculty frowns on that kind of teacher/student interaction. So she always made a point to relish the quiet time she had during her office hours.

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