You are angry about something. “Clam down,” I text you. You assume I have made a typo, but in fact I am holding a small soldier clam in my hands. He died so young. War is hell
While Writing: I’m so creative right now, it’s like all the normal constraints have been lifted. Wow I wrote 2,000 words in 30 minutes! This is going to be great.
Rereading the Next Day: I used the word ‘Beautiful’ 8 times in this sentence and instead of ‘reassuring’ I wrote ‘refrigerator.’ Also the tenses switched 3 times in one paragraph and I started writing about a character who isn’t even in this story.
If I offered you $4 to come to my house and make me dinner and wash my dishes afterwards, would you do it? Probably not. But that’s what a minimum wage worker at McDonald’s can do in a half hour.
What about $8 to come over and play with my kid and teach her to read and change her if she needs it and do all other assorted activities for an hour? Again, probably not. But that’s what a day care worker might do in an hour.
If I paid you $4, would you come over and make my bed and vaccume my room and do some of my laundry and clean my bathroom and pick up trash and dust? Probably not but that’s what a hotel maid might do in half an hour.
When you break it down into smaller increments it’s obvious that people need to be paid more, that the minium wage is pathetic.
Damn.
Sometimes…I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.
baby boomers: high school is the best time of your life!
generation x: college is the best time of your life!
millennials: *high pitched screaming into the void*
He knew. The black-eyed bastard knew that when my blade stilled the empress’s heart and delivered her daughter to the lord regent’s men, everything would fall to pieces.
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