Untitled, Stream of Consciousness Writing from a Year Ago
Preface
This is more of an experiment than a formal writing production. I am just going to let my mind wander and see what constructs come of it. A focus will be to not stop writing for more than five seconds (given backspaces for typos). I don’t know what I should do with it as I am not trained to write directed literature. I think I will write a short story. That should suffice.
A problem I face in my writing is second guessing everything that I write when it is often good. I find myself revisiting sentence after sentence and saying, “That is not good enough.” To hell with that. Nothing is ever good enough, but everything worthwhile is good in its own right. Good is perceived differently by everybody.
Unfortunately, things that are not so good can be misconstrued as good by a person. But I will not get into what is good and what is not good as that is a huge philosophical debate. Rather, I will tell Jimmy’s (more on the name choice later) story about finding out what is good and not good.
Introduction
Jimmy was born and raised in a smallish town in the Southeastern United States, unfortunately. He was raised to say “ma’am” and “sir” (even if he was more of a “sir” than who he was addressing), and he often found himself questioning authority, and questions like, “How can they know what is best for me?” and “Why?” often cropped up in his scattered brain. He needed a good enough reason to do anything, so he did not get much done. That is enough about Jimmy. He had a dog.
His dog, named Buster, was a good enough reason to do anything, and so he did. He got up in the morning or was woken up by Buster, and brushed his teeth if Buster told him his breath stunk. A dog’s standards of what stinks and does not stink are probably very different from a human’s, so Jimmy rarely brushed his teeth. As a result, his breath often stunk. The medical term is something like self-induced halitosis. Anyhow, Buster never left his side. Jimmy never had to teach him to “heel”, he had to teach him not to.
So, this is the story of a Jimmy, lost somewhere between a boy and a man, and his ever-faithful companion Buster the guide dog.