Aren’t I The Lucky One?

The Luckiest People

Who was the first person you encountered today? Write about him or her.

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I don’t mind catching the bus to work early in the morning.

It’s quiet, most of my fellow bus commuters are either asleep or on their phones or pretending to sleep so they don’t have to talk to the  person they’re sitting next to.

That’s fine with me.

But at my bus stop there is this person who thinks, I kid you not, that I am mentally disabled.

She’s mentioned it to the other people- who are actually friends of mine from the neighborhood  that ” The ” brown lady ”  is nice but sort of-” and then she taps the side of her head and says ” not very bright.”

I had noticed she’ll ask me a question and then answer it before I’m done. She talks really loud and slow and if anyone asks me a question directly she’ll answer it.

I couldn’t figure out what was going on, but my next door neighbor told me because she was going on about my obvious lack of intelligence and they were creeped out by it.

Eventually they stated getting to the stop just before the bus showed up to avoid talking to her.

That’s why, I learned I was alone with her so much.

So that’s usually the first person I see when I leave the house in the morning. She’s the first person I have to say ” hello” and ” good morning ” to.

A person who thinks I’m mentally retarded and will tell anyone who will listen to about the Retarded Lady she catches the bus with.

Beat that world.

How Does Your Garden Grow?

Teach Your (Bloggers) Well

We all know how to do something well — write a post that teaches readers how to do something you know and/or love to do.

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It’s not something I like to do.

But I do it very well.

The down side is,  if there’s a Hell for people who kill innocent houseplants, I’m going there one day and there ain’t no saving me from it.

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It wouldn’t be so bad if I had stopped at the first Venus Fly trap and Jade plants I murdered, but I went out and continued  to buy one after the other and in no time at all they’d be dead.

I’m a serial plant killer.

I had certain kinds of plants I’d prefer and never bought any other kind and I even escalated, got sloppy and I’d go to a nursery and buy a random plant- sometimes a couple of them and in a month they’d be gone.

I hid their remains in a compost heap and they’d end up in my Herb Garden.

My Herb Garden not only thrived- at one point it took over most of the front yard. I suspect my Herb Garden was like my partner in crime.

And it benefitted from my bad behavior.

No doubt about that.

I never harvested anything from that garden.

Had I cut any of those plants I’m sure that it would NOT have been appreciated.

I’m sure that would have cost me.

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Do I really want you to do what I do?

Go out and kill innocent house plants?

No, of course I don’t want that but I can’t stop you from trying.

Just do me and my Herb Garden a favor.

Stay out of our yards and we’ll stay out of yours.

We don’t need the competition.

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It’s A Haunting Thought

I Can’t Stay Mad at You

Do you hold grudges or do you believe in forgive and forget?

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Onryō from the Kinsei-Kaidan-Simoyonohoshi

Anyone can forgive, some people can forget. I’m no exception to that.

Hold a Grudge though?

You bet- until the day I die.

Maybe even beyond that day.

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I have this theory- when we wrong somebody we create a monster. It lives in the head and heart of  the person you hurt until there is no head or heart for it to live inside.

When that place is gone,  it goes looking for a new home, something dark and fetid and familiar. It goes back to  it’s creator because there’s no place like home, is there?

It doesn’t matter what God you fall on your knees and pray to, it doesn’t matter if your conive or con forgiveness for the pain you caused.

It’s going to come home to you eventually in all of it’s glory.

I guess that’s holding a grudge in a big way, but you reap what you sow- and if you’ve sown a Wicked Garden, poison plants are what you harvest.

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When I’m long gone I guess I’ll come back as one of those Ghosts with unfinished business- looking to right the wrongs I feel I suffered in life.

I know, I know, wouldn’t I like to let it go and rest in peace. Wouldn’t I like to join my loved ones who have gone on before me?

Well sure.

But in theory I have all eternity to spend with them.

So that means I have all the time in the world to settle a few scores, right a few wrongs.  I’m sure there a few basements and attics, closets with screaming hinges and dark corners just waiting for me to take up residence.

So the answer is yes:

I do hold grudges and I look forward to working through them with anyone who goes there with me …one at a time…for as long as it takes.

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Language Language Missy!

Non-Regional Diction

Write about whatever you’d like, but write using regional slang, your dialect, or in your accent.

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I Learn A New Non-Language and the results are not stellar:

( Via Text)

Me: Are you going to  do the writing prompt?

FB: what

ME: What?

FB: IDK.

ME: I thought you said you wanted to try your hand at doing some writing.

FB: wink

ME:  I don’t get it, are you going to write or not?

FB: smile

ME: Come on. Seriously are you going to do the prompts or not?

FB: I said yes. Did you not get my messages?

ME: I got a bunch of smiley faces. You might want to reconsider the writing thing if that’s how you’re going about doing it.

FB: Oh. You’re so funny. Everyone talks with these things now. It’s like sign language.

ME: Oh. I get it. Like this? gif

FB: Um.

ME: Oh. Gee. I guess I should study up on this new language before I doing anymore writing. It’s obvious I’m out of touch. Just let me bash my head against the wall for a few hours and I’ll ….

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