Brittney suggests we drop out of school and learn ancient baking techniques from nuns so that we can open our bakery. I'm inclined to do this with her or at least write a story about it.
I had mulled over the idea of writing snippets or short stories centered on each of my friends. I'm still toying with it but it would probably be more of a writing exercise than anything else. I do have an idea for a book that I've been working over in my head for the last few hours to the point of mental exhaustion. A lot of people say it's therapeutic to release pent-up emotions through art. The idea, in a way, came to me as a combination of how I've been feeling lately about certain people. Out of habit, I texted someone in the middle of the night only to have an incredibly strange response come to me the next morning. That's neither here nor there, though. What's relevant is that it got me to thinking about this person who I constantly find myself drawn to because our relationship, our dynamic, is so simple. And that's such a long ways away from what I'm accustomed to dealing with. I know what to expect, and in a way, I like the response I receive. So when I'm in dire need of that feeling, I go and get what I need. It's almost desperate and it gets me shaky, like it's some sort of drug and I finally got my fix. And I feel that; that release, that deep, shuddering breath of acknowledgement.
I think I would probably make it a first person story. It's something that I think needs to be written. That cycle, that betrayal, that using, that yearning. In a lot of ways, it'll be a coming-of-age type story. If I get to that, I may post some of it here.
I'm curious as to how it would turn out. Always curious. Curious, too, as to how well my yogurt-maker works. I'll report back. If I don't get a thesis out by tonight for this paper I have to write, I will indeed be dropping out of school to learn baking from nuns.
I saw two quotes today that had me quadruple-guessing myself.
"It doesn't make sense to let go of something you had for so long. But it also doesn't make sense to hold on when there's actually nothing there."
"Because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have."
And maybe they both are true. I'm hard-pressed to figure out an answer, or worse, finally sit myself down and find out. Or even wonder if it matters.
Happy writing, happy baking, happy nunning. Because nuns matter.
