Daily Prompt: No Longer a Mere Mortal

Daily Prompt: No Longer a Mere Mortal.

You’ve imbibed a special potion that makes you immortal. Now that you’ve got forever, what changes will you make in your life? How will you live life differently, knowing you’ll always be around to be accountable for your actions?

Am I allowed to share this imbibed potion? No, you say? Then forget it. Too burdensome. Too lonesome. Too boring. Then again, the social, legal and moral implications of “a little immortality for all” (or a select few) make me want to stop thinking and just go to sleep.

I honestly don’t know how much more differently I’d live my life if I were suddenly immortal. I can’t say I would be a much more reckless eater because believe me, there isn’t much room for growth there. I would probably do more risky things like ride a motorcycle, travel into the dark recesses of the world, try laser teeth whitening…

Of course I will need money for most of these things so I guess I would have to set up some kind of blackmailing service where I go around and haunt people with my immortality (still processing the details).

Dammit, imbibing an invisibility potion would be so much cooler. Perhaps this is what I’ll spend the “rest of my immortal life” working on. Once I’ve mastered invisibility, I can start a legit haunting business. It wouldn’t be a cruel insidious kind of haunting; rather, it would be slapsticky and silly “I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS SHIT IS HAPPENING TO ME” kinda venture. We’ll see.

Wow, that got derailed.

How Do You Shannon?

Dear Shannon,

I think everyone in this world needs a friend like you. You’re freaking fantastic and I love you. The last time we were out together, I could not articulate very well what I liked about you; I just kept blubbering on about how you’re one of my favourite people in this world (was that semicolon properly used?) and how my words could never do you justice. I will hazard a try again today even though I know my words still can’t do justice but I just need to throw my this out into the universe.

You go doing things like this:


I know you poured a lot of thought into this card. You pour a lot of thought into me. And people. Your words aren’t superfluous or pretentious or hollow dippities (ambiguous phrases that appear to have substance on initial hearing but really don’t when thought about carefully- I’d give you an example but nothing’s coming to mind). When you speak, I have clarity. I go, “That makes sense, I wish I could say it like that.” All. The. Time. You build people up with your words and when you speak, you speak with the perfect combination of genuineness and kindness, never shooting down and never overselling (or selling for that matter). You are an old soul – as I’m sure hoping many have told you – but there’s no air about you knowing that. And that’s so damn sexy.

You just really have a sexy brain, okay? And that part of your brain that cares for others and important causes? I can’t. Your intelligence, your thoughtfulness, make for such a comforting presence. I envy you, aspire to be you, and want the world to be the best it can be for you. I want for you to continue finding pleasure in the small wonders you already find pleasure in and even more. I want you to have success. I want you to have love. I want you to have peace.

I love you, and I am so fortunate to have you in my life.

Daily Prompt: No, Thank You

Daily Prompt: No, Thank You.

If you could permanently ban a word from general usage, which one would it be? Why?

Ban is such a strong word! As is permanent.

That said, I would strongly* encourage using the word “literally” sparingly. It’s not for emphasis folks!

You’re not “literally melting from the hot weather” unless some kind of cellular decomposition is occurring and you see a piece of your arm or other body part, in liquid form, dripping onto the asphalt in front of you (I would strongly advise at this point, that you go to the nearest hospital, preferably one with a human fridge).

You’re not “literally pissed off” unless someone or something is deflecting urine off of you.

But you’ll be happy to know that you are probably literally dying. Most of us are. Sorry, too morbid too soon?

One method I use whenever I’m confused regarding the use of “literally” (which I am often) is to imagine the figurative alternative:

“We slept together, literally, as in slumbered on the same bed.”
“We slept together, figuratively, as in had sexual intercourse, and then slept together literally, because sex is tiring, yo!”

I know I risk coming off like a snooty jackass in this post, but literally is too fun a word to not advocate for. It makes for a great zinger and adds humour to a situation, which is why I would never ban it! But I do implore, beseech, and literally beg (just kidding!) those of us who are cavalier with this word to consider using it more sparingly.

*Strongly is too strange-sounding to be considered a strong word and be taken seriously in my books. Truth.

Daily Prompt: Moment of Kindness

Daily Prompt: Moment of Kindness.

Describe a moment of kindness, between you and someone else — loved one or complete stranger.

At times, when I am frantically cramming for an exam or two, my mom will come into my room with a plate of omelette and rice in tow. At times, the instant relief and the general “OH THANK GOODNESS YOU JUST READ MY MIND I WAS SO HUNGRY OM NOM NOM” reaction are accompanied by the curious realization that a good measure of whether a person loves or really likes you is when they care about the contents, or lack thereof, of your stomach. That’s got to be some deep Maslow shit yo – intermingling hierarchy levels and all!

And if you have people in your life that care about whether or not you go hungry, you can consider yourself lucky. In my desperate and very lonely moments of trying to memorize the steps of cellular respiration and cursing myself for studying so late or not quickly enough, my mom’s gesture served as a reminder that I am loved unconditionally.

Daily Prompt: Tagline

Daily Prompt: Tagline.

Often, our blogs have taglines. But what if humans did, too? What would your tagline be?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us ADVERTISING.

A phrase I’ve been using a lot lately, one that has become a personal cliche of sorts, is “it’s all about how you appraise it”. Yes, sometimes a stick of chewing gum can only just be a stick of chewing gum, and a pile of dung just a pile of dung, but how do you choose (keyword) to perceive most of the events in your life? Was that really the worst that could have happened? Is the neighbourhood you live in dangerous?

Perspective is everything.

I’ve had this happen many times: I come across a new song on youtube. I dig the song, download it, and listen to it for a few days. A few weeks after my initial encounter with the song, I will walk into a store/turn on the radio/watch a movie and hear the song for the first time “accidentally”. Is the song “following” me? Did the universe’s pieces just happen to fall into place so that I came across the song truly for the first time by accident a mere few weeks after I consciously decided to download it?

Or did I previously encounter the song but was only now beginning to consciously perceive/notice it because hey – I just downloaded it a few weeks ago and listened the crap out of it?

How much of a coincidence is a coincidence? How much of a disaster is a disaster? When I consider the second option of my song situation, the idea of it all being a coincidence doesn’t hold much lustre; I don’t feel as giddy. Just as when I have a string of bad days and concoct the idea that the universe has a personal vendetta against me, I seek comfort in knowing that I’ve had a much longer string of good days.

There will always be confounding variables in one’s life and at the end of the day, you are the ultimate decider of which scenarios and explanations you give credence to. I asked a very wise friend of mine whether achieving closure, say after a break up, required both parties involved. The simple, but slightly scary answer, is no. You can talk for hours, ask those burning questions and have them answered, but you can’t help but draw your own interpretations on how those questions were answered and what those answers mean to you.



Hello! Thanks for dropping by! This blog was borne of a nagging desire to write something everyday because it scares me tremendously. I have a poor habit of putting my foot in my mouth so if I happen to do the writing equivalent of it here, please do forgive me, I am trying my best to correct that through this exercise. That said, I will equally try my best to be as honest and uninhibited as my inhibitions will allow so that I can quickly achieve the powerful insights and epiphanies most achieve through writing. This is what TV has taught me, among many other things in my life.

A little bit about me: I am a 20-something year old that believes adulthood can be evaded if you think it can be or don’t think about it at all. As already mentioned, a lot of my learning has been done vicariously through TV and its characters. I wish I could confidently say that I am a good observer of situations and people but then I think I give overhead projectors a good run for their money. I make bad jokes and am terribly bad at refraining myself from writing telling them. I apparently believe that if I start a public blog, I’ll feel more obligated to keep writing in it.

Please feel free to ask me (almost) anything!