This is my second attempt today. Here goes nothing!
I saw the “Freewriting Friday” meme on The Absurdist, and she references MetalMom as the person from which she got this. And MetalMom got it from someone else, most likely, making “Freelance Friday” spread like a communicable disease from blog to blog, emanating strong reactions from all. Except with slightly less splotchy itching.
Says The Absurdist: We write for five minutes as free association, or stream of consciousness. She suggests a countdown timer which she uses — I personally found one here that worked out quite well on this machine with no speakers. There’s also a list of folks who are participating both at The Absurdist and MetalMom’s sites. I hope to be on that list sometime soon — after all, I’m still in the stage where I’m trying to get more than one visitor to acknowledge reading this filth.
And away we go:
I was just getting a chai latte from the coffee shop here before secluding myself for this five minute writing frenzy when I heard “Vertigo” by U2 on one of the overhead TVs. The catchy guitar clicks and the booming echos of “Uno! Dos! Tres! Catorce!” Now I know that everyone had already talked about this when it was relevant — saying that Bono really needed to learn proper Spanish. And then you had the folks who countered by saying that it was some sort of stylistic license he was using to be different. My gut feeling is that he said “catorce,” honestly believing that it was the correct word to use. And people decided not to correct him because, well, he’s fuckin’ Bono and is above all of that.
I think this happens quite a bit — I’m in a new role at my job where I’m entering new territory I’m not so confident with. And when I see an issue where I think that I’m right and the more experienced person I’m dealing with is wrong, I’ll initially want to not engage that person in a heated debate — because I’m not 100% sure that I’m right. I make them all out to be Bono. And I really shouldn’t. I suppose I really should keep at it and make sure my confidence level gets to the point where, in this new job, I can rise to the peak of being Bono-esque.
Or at least get a little Bono-er.
I have to be honest: The last two sentences were finished slightly after the timer went off.
As mentioned below, this was my second attempt today. The first one had to do with pesky financial issues which were on my mind. Viva la difference!