Friday, May 6, 2011

"We are who we are. Lotteries are stupid."

Do you know what? Writing cards is very difficult.

I find it similar to signing a yearbook, actually. It's hard to write something heartfelt and unique and genuine and not sound stupid or sappy. It's hard to reduce the ups and downs and lefts and rights and wrongs of a relationship into a few words. People are such complicated, multifaceted beings, and cards aren't very big.

I think, sometimes, it would just be easier to write everyone a novel.

Of course, even a novel is a reduction; just a longer one. Honestly, nothing can totally capture real life, it just is. But we write novels anyway. I guess they're easier to understand.

That was enough profundity (if it even was profound) for one night. Back to writing, because Rat's story needs to be done tomorrow and it's a page long. Haha. It really is funny how bad I am at deadlines. Except it's not.

Also, Blogger has moved the little box where I type labels for posts...it's on the left now instead of the right. That annoys me.

And just to clarify, the title has nothing at all to do with this post. I just liked it. Brownie points if you can identify the source...

2 comments:

  1. "House, M.D." by Thirteen/R. Hadley.

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  2. Correct! Brownie points to Julia :)

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