THE OVERSHARER
by
Anthonystjoseph
I was at a club in Los Angeles a while
back and heard someone from across the room say something that has stuck with
me every since… As a writer you hear
everything and anything and remember everything and anything while always
having to remember that not everything and anything is worth remembering. I love to dance with words. And believe me, I’m a dancer on all
counts. You see how I just randomly
shared that I am a good dancer as well, actually a great dancer… You see, that’s the problem. I constantly over share little bits of
information that may or may not be important to the current discussion. I share this, I share that, I share this, I
share that… I sometimes forget what I
was originally intending to share. Case
in point; back to what I was saying, I was at a club in Los Angeles a while
back…
Well, at this club, I heard this man
across the room that wasn’t even facing me or even talking to me say… And first, I have to tell you, it was my
supersonic, six million dollar man hearing capabilities that zoomed in on this
discussion because this was a big room and a lot of people were talking. I must explain that certain writers have a
God given ability to zone out and zone in on specific happenings or
conversations that are deemed important and more necessary than others for
whatever reasons only God can tell you…
My guess is that the Universe wants the writer to share this
information. I can be standing six
inches from your face involved in a deep discussion on your part and not hear a
thing you say. My writers mind will be
busy working across the room or visually down the block or mentally a mile away
planning, devouring, or studying a happening.
So while I was at that club in Los
Angeles, this guy across the room facing the opposite direction says to his
friend… You see, I think that when God
or the Universe has chosen you for even the smallest mission in life, God or
the Universe gives you certain gifts to complete that mission. I really cannot get into listing all my
missions because we don’t have that kind of time and some of them are
secret. So when the Universe or God
(insert choice here), decided to make me a writer they knew they had to add
some over-sharer-ingredient to make
sure that I would take pencil to pad or pen to paper or keystroke to page… In my case, they frosted the cake with over-sharer-ingredient,
spelled Happy Birthday on the cake with over-sharer-ingredient and USED
Over-sharer-ingredient CANDLES!
See what I mean, man, what was I saying,
oh, okay, so at this club in Los Angeles, WAIT!
I forgot to tell you what the CAKE was made of. The cake that makes up a lot of my existence
that is frosted with over-sharer is made completely of Memory Filling. My memory is long and strong and never goes
wrong. I wrote two stories about my high
school life quite a few years after they happened that amazed some of the
characters in the stories as far as accuracies were concerned. And yes, I remember YOU!
So at this club in Los Angeles, this guy
across the room says all randomly to his associate, “You know the type of guy, the type that after five minutes of talking
to them you know everything about them.”
OH no, the Universe, DIDN’T! Calling me an over-sharer and telling me to
shut up from across the room and facing the other way! I heard it!
FIRST OFF! Let me tell you this,
I didn’t make the Over-sharer Cake. I
didn’t choose to use the Over-sharer Frosting.
I didn’t spell ‘Happy Birthday’ with Over-sharer thick and fluffy frosting… And I damn sure didn’t decide to use the Over-sharer
CANDLES! I tried to tell them that was
too much and that I didn’t need it. They
were like, ‘NO’, ‘The stuff you have to share most people won’t want too.
And as far as ‘knowing everything about me’, you don’t know a thang! A THANG!
You don’t know nothing ‘bout me!
Well, maybe what I’m frosted with, and what the cake is made of, and
which candles they used, but other than that; you don’t know NOTHING! Oh, did I tell you… Never mind.
By
Anthonystjoseph
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