My brain is a saboteur. Working against itself to cause distress and unhappiness. My brain is like the worst spy in the world. Instead of James Bond-ing around and destroying its enemies (I guess unhappiness and anxiety are Dr No and Blofeld in this analogy*) it is sat in the corner of a small room second-guessing its every move and reporting back to M (that would be me) that all is hopeless and I might as well give up now.
Thanks brain! Dickhead.
I mostly write fiction but this is something else. A sort of ten minute essay/brain splurge of thoughts on my first kiss.
They tell you that your first kiss will stop all time, the world will blur at the edges and all of your senses will be focused on that one moment in time when your lips meet another’s.
The movies are bullshit.
Not a 10 Minute Tale - instead something I wrote back in 2015. I'm still working on those 9 steps, I promise.
Step one: Embrace your inner child. Eat jelly and ice cream sometimes. Jump on that bouncy castle. Hang around menacingly outside shops for a few hours when school finishes. Refuse to do any housework and when someone tells you that it really needs doing now because Oh My God there’s rats in the kitchen; adopt the rats, give them cutesy names like Ratty and Mr Whiskers. Just go ahead and move back into your old bedroom at your parents’ house and demand that they make you breakfast every morning. Regress entirely, regress until you’re behaving exactly like your 3 year old nephew. Do one better and regress right back into infancy. Cry, cry and mess yourself and cry some more. All your needs are met and you can make them known simply by screaming at the top of your lungs. This is the only way to achieve true happiness.
A stream of consciousness type thing.
Cities are buzz and noise and move move move. Cities are everything piled up on top of everything else and people and things and more people. They are stress and rush and constant go go go. Never a quiet moment, never a silent second.
The countryside is the gentle buzz of bees, the softest noise of a faraway farm and constant movement of grass swishing in the breeze. It is everything spread out, reaching on forever and peace and calm and more peace. It is permanent movement without the rush, a subtle business that doesn’t tire in quite the same way. Quiet moments a-plenty, minutes of not-quite silence that feel like a soothing breath.
Both are good in their own way, the city provides the adrenaline, the pulse of life and energy that propels you forward but tires you out so much sooner. The countryside is the heartbeat, the natural rhythm of life that soothes the soul, it’s a different kind of tired. An exhaustion from fresh air instead of the weariness of city stress. But it lacks the drive and the push, why move when where you are is so pleasant?
They breathe and pulse like living beings, one endlessly going forward through the night while the other rests but still growing and moving and living.
Tales written from a prompt in just 10 minutes.
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