Welcome to day 17 of 30 Days of Writing, a creative writing challenge I warned people not to join. Really, I did. So stop blaming me already. Today’s prompt is “The awkwardness of the common banana”. You can blame the fabulously sadistic, yet amazingly hawt Ziva for this one. If you’ve got the guts. Enjoy, and don’t forget to link up at the end of this post if you’ve participated in today’s challenge.
The Best Thing For A Case Of Nerves Is A Case Of Scotch
When I’m nervous, several things can happen. I can babble. I can say really stupid things. I can make completely inappropriate comments. I can laugh at the worst possible moment. Or I can blank completely, unable to come up with a single solitary thing to say.
Luckily, I don’t feel nervous very often. Mostly, it happens when I’m in a situation I’ve never been in before. Like the first time you Skype with a total stranger, you know?
No? You don’t know?
The first time I ever Skyped with someone, it was with a lovely, brilliant young Finnish girl named Ziva. I was so nervous, I was petrified I wasn’t going to be able to think of a single thing to say and just sit there, staring at my computer blankly like an idiot.
We blabbed for over 3 hours.
In July, I’m going to find myself in another situation I’ve never been in before. I’m going to California for a week with my son and I’ll be staying with one of my best blogging friends, Linda Medrano, in case you hadn’t heard.
Yes, you heard? Oh. Okay.
While it’s true that I’ve met a blogging friend before, this time I’m flying across 2 countries and staying for a week. Staying, I might add, with what most people would consider strangers. I don’t consider Linda and her husband Alex strangers, though. They’re like family.
Except without all the family drama.
That being said, I was starting to feel a bit nervous. I started thinking about how staying for a week means that they’ll see me in all my bed-head/no make-up/Spongebob Squarepants pajamas glory every morning. And because Max is coming with me, it won’t just be morning, it’ll be morning morning.
And then there are all the little things we do in the comfort of our own homes that suddenly seem awkward when done in a “stranger’s” home. Like taking an extended shower because you need to shave your legs. Or hanging your bras over the towel rack to dry. Or, if you’re a klutz like me, walking into things and falling down. Often.
Even the simple act of eating can become an uncomfortable situation. Think about it. There you are, using your fork and spoon to roll your spaghetti into a manageable state and yet, somehow, you still end up slurping the one errant strand that escapes its tightly wound counterparts and hangs down your chin, leaving a very attractive streak of sauce in its wake.
Now imagine the subject of today’s prompt. The common banana. There is never a time when eating a banana is NOT awkward. Now imagine eating it in front of “strangers”.
So yeah, I was starting to feel a little nervous.
But then I remembered what I wrote a couple of hundred words ago. I don’t consider Linda and her husband Alex strangers. They’re like family.
Bring on the banana!
Now go and check out the other bloggers’ entries. I guarantee you, no monkey typing for an infinite amount of time could touch these folks!