Monday March 6, 2017
Of course he asks what I’m working on the moment I leave my work to check my Facebok account.
“Nothing really,” I tell him, because saying, “well, I was working on my novel, and before that the pitch for my television show, and before that I was busy securing some income so I was working on that” just sounds like an excuse train. In this very moment, no, I am not doing anything, and at least in this very moment, not doing anything means also not lying. I don’t need Facebook although I tell myself I do. It’s filled with opinions and videos of cats and maybe some event information that otherwise NOBODY would e-mail out. It’s filled with endless scrolling down the lives of others who are also not doing anything right this moment because they are on Facebook too and have posted an article to their wall to make it seem like they are working very very hard.
I imagine him giving me a pittying smile and saying, “oh, yeah, of course you are” with a snide undertown of prentiousness since he’s already been off Facebook for a month and a half. He doesn’t smile at all. He says nothing.
Sunday March 5, 2017
Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac
The sidewalks were icy underfoot as Kim skated her way down to the movie rental place on the corner. She was meeting Greg there to decide what they’d watch for their Friday Fun Day. Last time Greg picked and said this time it would be up to Kim. She spent a good hour researching movies she thought Greg might be into, completely consumed with dread that she wouldn’t do her job properly and deliver. Kim continued to slide her way down. She passed a woman in a great big shall wrapped around what seemed like her entire body, head to toe, who caught her eye and smiled. Kim smiled back, the corners of her mouth dropping suddenly, as the woman fell to the ground.