Bifemme Short stories

Unfocus

What are you doing? Why don’t you pick one and stick to it?

You’re friend Irene is frustrated because you didn’t attend the practice for shuffle and contemporary collaboration dance.
Did you forget it again? Because obviously, you are. And what are you doing right now?

Oh, you’re learning vector illustration. Is that why you sign-up for a free 7 day course of graphic illustration design class? Really? Are you having fun making a collage with those colorful images? Right.
You look eager with your new hobby. May I ask how many days you’re engage with your new hobby? And how long you’re going to do that? Looks like you downloaded a lot of apps about illustration. I hope you do well. Have you done anything-…

“Triss! I’m looking for you!”

I was caught in my chest in shock when someone called my name out loud.

“Erin. Hi. You made my heart jump my friend,” while my hands on my chest.

“I’m sorry. I have a good news for you and I am so excited to show you this,” handing her certificate to me. “Look. I’ve got an award in spoken poetry event. Isn’t it nice?”

“Yeah, I’m happy for you. You deserve this award,” rubbing my forefinger on the seal.

“Thank you. I’ve never been recognized before. I wish that I’ve dive on this art at the beginning.”

She stares at me for a while.

“I haven’t see you in club. Are you okay?” with curious face.

“Yeah, I’m okay. No worries. I’m okay,” giving her a wide smile.

Honestly, I’m not. But of course I keep it myself.

“So why you’re not coming in the club anymore? Looks like you’re in a deep thought when I saw you.”

“Oh. That? I really don’t think I’m good at poetry. I don’t have lots of ideas to write so I lost my interest. But I’m busy now. I’m doing graphics design,” proud to say.

“That’s nice to hear. Well, good luck. I wont stay too long. And Triss, thank you for introducing me to this amazing poetry world. It keeps me from my anxiety.”

She taps my shoulder and left.

Going back to my thoughts.

Where am I again? Wait, I haven’t start my first vector illustration. I need to start now so I have something to present tomorrow in online class. But I feel lazy.

Sigh, procrastination strikes again. How long am I talking to myself?

Scrolling stock images on my phone. I found photos of my pets. Who am I gonna pick? Kukru, Mimiyaw or Dogaro? I think am gonna p-…

“Hey Triss, look at these photos I had taken on my trip. Do you think these will be accepted? I’m really eager to submit these. Most of the photos I’d taken previously was rejected. But I have a good vibes this time. I’m excited to add these to my portfolio.”

Oh, shoot. Speaking of portfolio. It’s not updated yet. I haven’t submit any photographs for the last few weeks because I took dance lesson with Irene.

“Wow! These are amazing pictures. For sure, these can be accepted,” half smilingly to Robert.

“How ‘bout you? Have you had any photos accepted?”

“Oh, like you. All I submitted was rejected. No luck at all. I’m actually thinking if I’m going to drop photography.” Keep smiling at him.