The other day I was listening to someone be all whiny about something. And that first sentence there is exactly what I learned NOT to write in writing school...specifics are better than vagueness. Anyway, the point was someone was whiny. And when their story ended, I opened my mouth and unexpectedly said, "That sounds like a second-person problem."
There was a bit of silence before we both started laughing, but I've now replaced my old favorite "Not my problem!" with this. And there's even been a bit of whining by me where I'll end with "Yeah, and this all a first-person problem." And that leaves things like poverty, world peace, and crappy instant coffee in the realm of third-person, or omnivorous, problems.
Wait. Not omnivorous. Omnipotent? Omnipresent? Whatever that word is that describes the disembodied narrator in a lot of novels who seems to know all of what's going on. Man, I've worked crazy hours these past two weeks and I'm losing words (nouns and verbs!) left and right.
An Erinku:
So tired
I think I'm sleeping
with my eyes open
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