I realized this week that most of my life I’ve been a cliche. I have been an obedient Korean girl. It’s why my Mom thinks I’m a good girl. But it’s not working out for me anymore. It’s not working out for me at all.
A funny thing happened to me this week that I wanted to share. Taking photographs or working on photographs I’ve taken makes me happy and cancels out all bad feelings. It negates all the petty worries and distractions that constantly occupy my mind. Perhaps this is the key to getting rid of my hubris. Perhaps ...
Tommy felt the warm, stinky mess of dog poop cover him and Rupert. Slowing down to try to avoid the storm drain allowed Rupert’s poop to catch up with them. In shock, Tommy didn’t do anything, except listen to the stormwater carrying them through the dark storm lines and into the creek.
Must change! Must change! Must change! Worry worry worry worry worry worry worry worry worry worry worry Stop!
“Who me? What did I do?” asked Tommy, trying to put on his most innocent face. “You make me ugly and smelly by not picking up your dog’s poop!” the she-monster replied. “Hey, I’m not the only one who does this,” Tommy replied. “What about Mrs. Fraser and all the other people around here?”