Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
I will never EVER get to 500 words. See, I write for a living...so
by the time I get home from work, I've run out of interesting,
surprising, thrilling, pretty words.
All I have left are dog-end words, like job, car, bakery, tin,
bird, place, Finland, shop, dinner, watch, fridge, soup, walls,
round and lay-by. And they aint gonna seduce you into my arms, are
But as someone once said, 'Words are trains, for moving past what
really has no name.' And I heartily agree. Despite the fact I make
my living from them, I think words are overrated. At best they help
us skirt clumsily around things we can't really sufficiently
understand or explain - at worst they are just tools of
manipulation, instruments of vanity, or noisy verbal firecrackers
to set off to distract people from actually looking at US, and
seeing the real person beneath all the bluster...and heaven help
us, he's dull, or she's unhappy, or they're all just a bit lost,
scared and unsure. And that's unacceptable. Innit.
What am I rambling on about?
Just that all these wordy profiles, don't matter how clever or
funny they are, add up to nowt. It's generally better to meet and
see for yourself. And just in general, ignore what someone has to
say, just for a bit, press the mute button in your head...and watch
their ACTIONS instead. Watch how they are with that waitress, or
that taxi driver...it's amazing how quickly you can get the measure
of em. Probably in about five minutes flat.
Is that 500 words yet? HA! And I didn't even answer the question...