Mastering The Art of Nothing

It doesn't matter, you didn't hurt my feelings, I listen to rap music now, lol. I've mastered the art of No. You.

  1. Try not calling for a week or so and then explain it’s because you knew I’ve been busy. Really, all that you knew because you called so much?
  2. Blame it on the al-al-al-al-alcohol.
  3. Fill your glass so overfull you can’t help but notice how empty it is, you know, with so much empty water-nothingness in there.
  4. Work at forgiveness, realize that resentment and forgiveness don’t generally hold hands, they both have “an open field in the rain-shower effect.” Think about it harder.
  5. Sleep well. Wake in Spirographic circles. And look over at the nothing next to you. Now, ahhh, doesn’t that feel… don’t you feel anything at all?

Great then, you’ve mastered it.

“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. “Pooh?” he whispered.
“Yes, Piglet?”
“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s hand. “I just wanted to be sure of you.”

—Winnie The Pooh

Didn’t you have this art of nothingness at home as a kid? I sure did.

Riding My Bike

“The writer must be in it; he can’t be to one side of it, ever. He has to be endangered by it. His own attitudes have to be tested in it. The best work that anybody ever writes is the work that is on the verge of embarrassing him, always.” —Arthur Miller

Packed up lots of items from our closets to give away to a shelter. Bought a puppy toothbrush and toothpaste at Petsmart today. Re-reading about Why The Caged Bird Sings. Revising so bad it hurts. Waking up answering to. Eating live butter lettuce and baby yellow tomatoes.  My Christmas tree is still up, I don’t know what I feel about Christmas. Arranged the books neatly in the bookcase.


P.s. happy.


Picture by 79ideas
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