Orâ€¦Gee, My Life Sucks
Orâ€¦Where do you get your ideasâ€¦ â€¦out your ass?
A guy I’m following on Twitter asked
â€œHow often do you swear in your blog?â€
I tried to answer him:
â€œEvery day, every damn day; seven frocking times per column.â€
Then I thought,
â€œMaybe they won’t understand that I have LICENSE to swear: I’m a writer.â€
Ha, ha, isn’t that great? A built-in excuse to be impolite and use profanity in lieu of doing my job and finding the right word.
So, I tried to answer him. He has me blocked! I couldn’t answer him; couldn’t tell him how heply profane I am or give him my excuses.
He is probably some self-promoting MLM dude that just wants to spew out his advertising and not bother to read any incoming posts. No engagement; just advertising. Phooey on him.
Anyway, back to the point. Yes, yes, the point of this instant article. Where do writers get their ideas? Why, from their egg-sucking lives, of course. You think we make this shit up? Nothing I write is made up. It is all true as a planed rail on a military lathe. We don’t need to invent tales: we just run around with a pencil and transcribe the real life that happens.
I was having terrible, dreadful, cognitive issues. My regular doctor said I seemed just fine to her (for an old person.) However, I insisted that she send me to a specialist.
The specialist did a numbing series of tests. MRI, CAT scan, PET scan, neurotransmitter metrics, 16 hours of neuro-psychological testing.
When I sat down with the neurologist after all the tests, I was told the following (you cannot make this shit up):
â€œWe can’t find anything wrong with you. We suggest you simply have a bad personality.â€
â€œThe shit you say?â€
â€œYou are an asshole. That’s the only thing wrong with you.â€
No, you cannot make this up; and no wonder I swear in my blog.