JSW Prompt 4-25-2017

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Like yesterday. I was working the job like every Tuesday. Slow like always. Just a few patrons round the bar. Drinking. Drinkers. It was only drinkers this time of day, those that don’t have anything better in their lives.

From behind, Sam (my sanity) said, “You’d do better elsewhere.”

I frowned. “I got a job.” Would have added I liked said job, but lying wasn’t my strong suit, and Sam always knew when I was lying anyway.

Besides, I hated the job and he’d heard me bitch and complain enough about it to know.

“Then why ask the question if you don’t want to hear the answer?”

“Because I didn’t think you would answer. You don’t all the time, remember.”

Sam shrugged. “My contract doesn’t specify.”


“You think I do this for free?”

I shrugged. “Yeah.”

Sam chuckled. “Sorry, man. You’re paying me by the syllable.”

“The syllable?”

“Four more.”

I said nothing, turned back as a man came up to the bar.

“What can I get you?”

“A new employee.”


“I am looking for new employees for my new Club and I was told to talk to you.”

“Really?” I glanced back at Sam.

He winked and disappeared.

JSW – Inner Conversation 11-16-2016

I apologize for taking so long with this JSW prompt. Family once again takes center stage.

“Really,” I said, suddenly embarrassed to be talking to myself, out loud, again. Thank goodness there was no one around to hear me or see my lips moving. Talking to myself out loud was, as I was so smugly informed, the first step along the road to insanity. I am not insane?

‘You know better,” me said to I. ‘Insanity has nothing to do with it.  Don’t your remember the joke about talking to yourself as being the best way to keep from arguing. Now arguing with yourself, that’s weird.’

“Okay. So I’m weird.” I leaned back against the wall. “But I’m not insane.”


“I am not insane!” I said, perhaps too loud to be anything but denial.

Sometimes there is a feel to aloneness that is not unlike sorrow. My heart is heavy for the world outside, a world of which I have never, will never, be part of.

Isn’t that the definition of insane, after all? In a state of mind that prevents normal perception, behavior, or social interaction.*

“Is that me? I can’t tell any more.”

‘It is.’

Anger rushed in.

“Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

‘Don’t get mad at me.  I’m just your own thoughts inside your own head. Nothing more.’

I hate straitjackets.

* Defination from Google