Indecisive Peach

“This is going to go into your blog again, isn’t it?” he said as we
stepped out of the apartment and I nodded vigorously with a large smile.
“Of course it is! Dialogue is one of my favorite framing methods for
writing.”

I had texted him the day before during lunch to pick me up and take me off campus. As I climbed into the car, “Anywhere, I don’t care,” I huffed. I
leaned my head back and closed my eyes, “And I’m not hungry so food is up to you.”

J had been driving one of my cars since his had been in the shop. As it
works out on our campus, I’m able to watch him drive up from the main
University Street from a circular lookout inside the campus where I can be
picked up. I had been in an uncomfortable mood. I had been
considering that I needed to keep thinking about concrete thoughts instead of letting my emotions get a hold of me. As I watched the car, the paint stripping from the sun off the top, I thought about my Dad and how he would have viewed my morose inaction in my current situation. And I had slipped back, swallowing hard. I thought about the concrete – my German flag novelty license plate I saw as he drove up was a pretty good representation of who I was. A haphazard identity, crooked even, that’s me.

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“It’s like being permanently tied to another person with a 20′ long rope. You can use the rope to rescue each other from dangerous situations or you can use it to strangle each other.

The choice is yours.”

- User pamsblog, from Reddit’s question on, “What is married life like?”

“I’m going to be really sad if you start writing all of your posts in Spanish.”

“Did you see the paragraphs between the Spanish ones?”

“…I did,” my Mom replied and continued on, “But…do you…actually understand what you were typing, the words?”

“Did you read to the end?”

And in a wavering voice that clearly means ‘No’, she slowly said, “…Yes?”

[Ed. Note: I found this hysterical collection of writing prompts and I’m choosing one specifically to goad someone into commenting, even if he’s grimacing, typing with one hand, and shielding his eyes with the other. As I did my best eyelash batting while asking him to comment, he told me he was hesitant to, “I would never comment… how your friends comment.” I told him to not mind E. He has a strange Matt Lauer obsession.]

33. Write a post in a language you don’t speak.*

Yo no soy el mayor fan de la comida mexicana, en teoría, pero he adquirido el gusto por algunas de las opciones de tonto. Como de tarde, he estado ejecutando a lo largo de los locales de comidas en el campus en torno a 10:30 de la mañana para obtener mi burrito de frijoles y queso revisión. Tengo que entregar al burrito-juego de palabras poco la intención – es eficaz. Mi genética aprobar.

I’m not the biggest fan of Mexican food in theory, but I have acquired a taste for some of the wimp options. As of late, I have been running over to the local food court on campus at about 10:30 in the morning to get my bean and cheese burrito fix. I have to hand it to the burrito –pun slightly intended – it is efficient. My genetics approve.

Hace años, hizo su mejor J destetar a mí después de la comida picante en que lo conocí, incluso después se dio cuenta de que era muy similar a un toro a arrastrar masacre. Le imploro a intentar, pero se negaría al azar y el orden en el menú. Por lo general, esto me dejó picar sobre la tostada fuera algún tipo de mezcla de diablo y comer los frijoles, arroz, tomate y lechuga y aderezo. Estoy aquí para decir que puede perder peso comiendo comida mexicana si no lo hace, usted sabe, se come.

Years ago, J did his best to wean me onto spicy food after I met him, even after he realized it was much like dragging a bull to slaughter. He would implore me to try, but I would refuse and order randomly from the menu. This usually left me nibbling on the toasted outside of some sort of devil concoction and eating the beans, rice, and lettuce and tomato garnish. I’m here to tell you, you can lose weight eating Mexican food if you don’t, you know, eat it.

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