The moment I saw today’s prompt, I thought of one comic-strip sort of on-paper-meme-thing from the past, when jokes weren’t related by memes.
Well this strip-meme [from the past] looked like this. I’ll try to write the picture and although my word limit could be a thousand words, I’ll try to do it in half the words or maybe even lesser.
There are two parallel strips.
The first one says “ABOVE 30”. In this picture-strip, there’s a man full of vim and vigor on a Monday. Tuesday, he’s slouches a bit. Wednesday, he’s slouched further. Thursday, he’s barely sitting straight. By Friday, he’s sprawled on the floor, eyes drooping. Saturday, he relaxes. Sunday, he relaxes a little more. Monday, he’s back with his usual vigor.
The second one says “BELOW 30”. In this picture-strip, there’s a young man slouching and looking dazed [with spiral eyes] on a Monday [sort of hungover]. Tuesday, he still has his slouch. Wednesday, he’s slightly erect. Thursday, he’s sitting straight. Friday, he’s seen in his full vigor. Saturday, he drinks and drinks and drinks. Sunday, he drinks and drinks and drinks. Monday, he’s back with his slouch.
So which category do you belong to [not age-wise] – Exhausted Monday or Exhausted Friday? I surely belong to Exhausted-MondayToFriday :wink wink:
Image Source: First Image “Otterly Exhausted” Second Image “TGIF”
via Daily Prompt: Vigor
them tart… How do YOU like?
Them apple tarts… I dig them apple tarts. But I’ve given up on THEM desserts :sniffles:
No no…. the other one. them Tart… How do you like?
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Oh… T . A . R . T . … Errrr I prefer AHEM men, thank you.
Aaaargh…. How do you like them?? TART??? Or dya want some icing sugar with them apples??
You’ve lost me!
Moral: ask Questions like Yoda… Please don’t.
via Daily Prompt: Tart
Many things came to mind as I stared at today’s prompt “Giant“. It was a highly difficult decision to stick to only one and go on yakking about just that particular one. Therefore, presenting an assortment of Giants I have come across:
- a Giant rock [circa 2011]. I remember how I climbed this ginormous rock to very near the top. Before I reached the top, there was a sort of a ledge so I didn’t bother to go higher. I remember the breathtaking view from that spot. I remember how I had forgotten to carry a camera and also my mobile during this expedition. And I remember most vividly not having thought this climbing expedition through. Climbing was “relatively” easier you see, because I was looking up throughout the climb. It was only after witnessing the most amazing sunset from very near the top of a rock that is yet to be discovered, did I realise the way down was humanly impossible. I also realised that if I were to die there, my body would NEVER be found. I did come down the rock. How I made it back though, I seriously DO NOT remember.
- Giant Classmate. He was almost 6ft tall at 13. We all called him “giant” but never to his face. But he knew that we called him what! It all changed as most classmates started to grow as tall as him and some even taller, while I remained the Midget, which gives me a certain privilege and so this Giant Classmate is someone I still (and will always) refer to as my “Giant Classmate”.
- Giant Whales. I once went whale watching and man were they giant!!!
- Giant wheels. I used to love the rides on giant wheels as a child. Growing up, I began fearing not just the rides but the sights of them as well. It all started when I overheard one of my grown-up cousins telling another not-so-grown-up cousin how she feared going on such rides.
- The last standing Giant from GOT. Although, he’s fallen now… Would be there any giants left in the seventh season?
- via Daily Prompt: Giant
I remember a time when I was obsessed with the word “Promise”. I woke up one day and just plain out of nowhere felt how beautiful a sound the word “Promise” actually made. I kept repeating the word over and over again and every time I repeated it, it felt even more beautiful, serene and just out of the world. The obsession lasted a few days and although I do not feel the same way [at all] now, I still remember the feeling I felt. I even thought of naming my child [who I’d adopt] Promise. I used to worry if any other child would be named ‘Promise’ and I couldn’t wait to grow up to adopt a child and name this person ‘Promise’. It was [then] such a beautiful word to just let it be limited to a word, there had to be a person named ‘Promise’.
And thou shalt be named “Promise” PC
I used to daydream a lot about how Promise was going to be. Some daydreams had Promise as a little girl with chubby cheeks and uncontrollably unmanageable leaving me in a dilemma whether or not to reveal that she was actually adopted. Other daydreams had Promise as a serious looking boy but very quiet and suspicious and getting mixed in “bad company”. I couldn’t decide which Promise would be a lesser evil. I couldn’t decide the right time to tell Promise about being an adopted child. Oh the pain!
Looking back, I can see how silly I was. The worst bit of the silliness is that I don’t even know why I liked the word so much. I can’t relive how I felt then. ‘Promise’ now is just a word. It’s kinda like your high school crushes and the what-was-I-thinking feeling you get when/if you see them now [apologies if you’re married to one, I’m sure they’re still the sweethearts]…
Strange how prompts like today’s Promises can bring back memories of a phase [almost] forgotten!
via Daily Prompt: Promises