Maybe they were having a really fantastic day, and were loving life, and all of a sudden a bunch of idiots laughing at them ruined it. Maybe they were having a crap day. Maybe they go home and hurt themselves, or worse. Maybe that laugh in their face, or the sniggering and snide comments behind their back were the last they could handle.

Show vs Tell and the Good Writer. For this purpose, the more cliches the better. Typos mine, bold mine.

Why is it so hard to know oneself? Poem time Pt. Today is a good day. Why is it so hard to know oneself? Looking at my own writing, eve.

So yesterday the repair man came. Still steaming about the edges from the hot water, I dressed with more haste than speed, taking little notice of what I was actually throwing on. I wonder if he thought I was trying to get out of paying the fare? PS Any of yon Melbournites wanna come see PotC with me? .

One laugh, hug and dance at a time. This Journal Is Friends Only-Please comment to be added. In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. I took a walk today. This afternoon my phone rang. A voice on the other end of the line, a voice I love, a familiar voice. The voice told me he was gone, my old friend. And for a few minutes the familiar voice became hollow, became death. And my hope was gone.