Dear Optimists,
I have nothing to say today. My lips are sealed.
Ha! My fiancee wishes!
Love,
Den
Tag: flash-nonfiction
Today
Dear Optimists,
There’s nothing like defeating a video game, right? I just beat all of the zombies in Rebuild 2, an online game I happen to love. I saved 99 people and defeated every zombie in the town to make it safe.
I’m a hero.
What did YOU accomplish today?
Love,
Den
P.S. In case you missed it, this post was seething with sarcasm.
Know What I Love?
Dear Optimists,
Know what I love? Bendy straws. You know the ones. They..ahem…bend? Something about them always makes the drink more fun.
This has been a random post.
Love,
Den
P.S. Tell me something random that YOU like!
EBooks? EBooks!
Dear Optimists,
I don’t love Kindle, Nook or anything else. For me, an English major, my love of the novel, the feel of the paper and turning of the page itself are all romantic in some way. Sure I love playing games on my iPad, and using programs on it, but I just can’t bring myself to read on one.
As much as I don’t love e-readers, I found one wonderful use for them. It’s easier to carry one around than a book when you’re reading a Stephen King novel. đ
Love,
Den
What’s That Smell?
Dear Optimists,
Elevators are often an uncomfortable place for me. I really appreciate my personal space, and always try to give everyone else around me as much space as possible as well. Usually, I find most other people willing to do the same.
One morning this week, I was heading up to my office on the elevator with about five other people. No one was saying a word, and we all just watched the numbers climb up, waiting for our respective floors, and prepping ourselves for the onset of a new work day. After a few seconds, a woman in the elevator opened up her bag and pulled out an onion bagel. I’m not sure if you’ve ever been in an elevator filled with the smell of onion bagel before or not, but it can be somewhat overpowering…especially early in the morning. She took a couple of bites, and we all stood in silence, even more anxious for the elevator to reach our floor.
Suddenly, the man standing behind me slowly leaned forward, stuck his nose in my hair and full-on sniffed it! I immediately thought, “Whaaaa?! Did that just happen?!” I didn’t move a muscle. The elevator doors opened on the floor just before mine. He casually moved past me, and walked towards his office like nothing had happened. I looked at the girl next to me and we both burst out laughing.
Hey, at least that means my hair smells better than onion bagels, right?
Love,
Christy (of PCC Advantage)
Early Work Day
Dear Optimists,
I love when my work day starts early. Is that gross to you? Disgusting? Unfathomable? Well, shut up because I like it.
This semester on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays I have an 8AM class. Yes, it hurts to get up. Yes, I have to plan ahead and try to fall asleep early.
But it’s so wonderful to get out of work and still have so much of the day.
Love,
Den
P.S. I love that Nadia actually captured what I’m like in the morning with one of my favorite things to say to people in the morning đ
An Odd Thing to See in a Car
Dear Optimists,
Driving home from the mall (yes the same mall trip I wrote about yesterday) I looked in the car next to us and it was full of old people.
No, that’s not the funny part. The funny part was that in the back seat a little old lady was sitting on another old lady’s lap. The look on her face was one of misery. Although the one on bottom was laughing.
Hilarious.
Love,
Den
I Wish I Could…
Dear Optimists,
We all spend some of our time wishing, right? Some wish they could fly, some wish they would meet their special someone, everyone has a wish.
I’ve been trying to think of something I could wish for. Weird, right? I should just know. Am I that optimistic that I love my life, as is? I have to try harder. Let me think…
…okay I have it. I wish I were a often-read author. I wish I could go out to a table at a book signing and there are a hundred people waiting to meet me. No, wait, a thousand people. And the publisher would send me on a worldwide tour, all-expenses paid, that stops in some amazing, beautiful countries…Denmark (so I can meet Nadia), England, France, Spain, Iceland, Italy…wherever. There…that’s my wish.
What’s yours?
Love,
Den
Relax, Dude
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Guest Post: 21 Going on 12
Dear Optimists,
Itâs funny when people underestimate your age. I personally like it, but it gets so awkward when people over-underestimate it! Iâm 21 already, but have got myself mistaken as a 12-year-old a lot; dozens of times actually!!
I will never forget two years ago, while shopping with my mom, a man of my fatherâs age came by and asked me to try a jacket⌠he said, âWould you please try this? Itâs for my daughter, sheâs of your age, 12 years.â Then he patted my shoulder, thinking I was a 12-year-old kid!! I swear, I couldnât utter a word; I silently pulled myself out, leaving him wondering what his mistake was! My mother couldnât stop laughing when I told her!!
I also remember when I missed my flight last year and the woman at the check-in desk called the plane crew telling them they have left a 12 year-old child alone at the airport!!
Love,
Sara of The Accidental Blog
P.S: My sister insisted on drawing me that tiny; sheâs younger, yet taller than I! If I were good with drawing I wouldâve drawn myself taller!
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