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@daily.prompt/28-may-2025-mariannewests-freewrite-writing-prompt-day-2750-a-stray-bullet
A stray bullet. A stray bullet can do a lot of damage. An aimed bullet can do a lot of damage. Bullets, what an invention. Ugh. I'm tired. I don't feel very creative right now. I have a lot of sadness and anger about the state of the world, about what cruelty humans are capable of. Here comes Brendan. He's going to talk to me, probably. Maybe he'll realize I'm doing a freewrite. I just told him. And I told him I'm going to do dishes before I come to bed. I just tried to ask him a question while still typing and I could not do that. I can barely think and type at the same time, astounding I thought for one second that I could speak and type at the same time. I could speak if all I were speaking were the words I am typing. And probably I didn't really think about how I can't speak and type at the same time because as I already said, I can't really think and type at the same time, either. Gah. So. Life. Life and the universe and work and stuff. I feel out of the loop on work stuff and it's not like I'm deliberately excluded, but I feel a little excluded. Like there are conversations happening and no one is thinking about looping me in. They're not thinking about excluding me, they're just also not thinking about including me, or thinking, oh yeah, Stina should be in the loop on this too. And I haven't really been advocating for myself to be in the loop more because I've barely been keeping up on my commitments, so it's not like I'm thinking much about what people might not be telling me about. But now I'm done with the spring semester and my work is really happening now, like our big event is about to start, so I'm thinking about work stuff. And you know what, I bet that timer is up and didn't make a sound. Yep.
