Y'know those papers that your English teachers ask you to write every year? Y'know the ones on Halloween, Christmas... and Thanksgiving?
Yeah. Those things. Oh man, I hate those. I hate that feeling I get when our English teacher says, "Okay, I want you to write a some-random-number-of-paragraphs essay on what you are thankful for."
And then I just sit there in front of my paper with my pencil in my hand, waiting for something to come to mind. What was I supposed to say? "Gosh, Mr. England," yeah, I know, breathe in the irony, "I don't know. My shoes? Coat? Family and friends? Is that what you wanna hear?"
Y'know usually when I put pencil to paper I can come up with something at least semi-cool. Not in these cases, no sir. I put pencil to paper and...
Nothing.
Not one tiny little bit of inspiration. It's times like that when I wished I could write 'bout real things. Instead all I can ever come up with is other worlds with creatures no one's ever seen before and powers no one's ever even dreamed of.
All that passed through my mind as I sat in English class, waiting for something to come to me. And then it did. I set pencil to paper and just started writing. I loved this feeling. It was like all of reality just stopped being real. Like it all just dropped away, leaving me with such a euphoric sense of focus and detachment that I took me a while to wake up when I was done.
Well, I say "wake up", but y'know it's really more like... I don't know... It's just not so much waking up as it is reacquainting myself with reality.
I suppose I'm grateful for that feeling. That ability to come up with just about anything under the sun. And maybe sometimes above it, too.
Of course, all I have to do afterwards is just make sure that what I come up with actually goes somewhere. Now there's where the challenge is.
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Okay. So maybe this isn't your typical "What I'm Thankful For" type of story/essay/thingy. But it's a true story, these are my genuine thoughts. And I didn't have time to go into as much depth as I would have liked.
But I s'pose you get the point.
And yes, I did actually have an English teacher named Mr. England. I'm not pulling your leg. (Figuratively or literally.)
I hope you all had an awesome Thanksgiving! (If you live in America, I mean.)
Till next time!
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