Woo hoo! Time once again to let my freak flag fly! Oh my! I can hear you gasping. Freak is completely un-PC. And just Wednesday I called myself crazy. But the good kind of crazy. Webster’s 2nd definition which is extremely enthusiastic!!
Now wait a darn minute. Freak is not a bad word. In the case of freak, I cite Webster’s 3rd definition.
3. a person who is obsessed with or unusually enthusiastic about a specified interest
Synonyms include enthusiast or devotee. Those are good words. And wait another darn minute. How did words become good or bad?
I am so derailed. Back to our purpose #SoCS. The wonderful all knowing Linda says:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “call.” Use the word “call” or any word that contains those letters in that order. Have fun!
Think, think, and think.
And all I got is Call Me Maybe.
Get out of my head. Out damn thought. Music/lyrics usually heal me but this Call Me Maybe song … uh no. And no offense to any Carly Rae fans. To each his/her own.
Think, think, and think. Call?
A connection by voice
Lost art of conversation
Deep man. But true. No one calls each other any more. I tell ya, TEXT will be looked back on as the bane of our existence. The Queen, Drama has spoken. Can you hear me now? A cell phone commercial tag line that made the circuit. Lol!
I have no idea where my flow is going but I am in a reminiscing mood. I looked through my Class of ’83 memories book last night. For some weird (here we go again PC police) reason I have a graffiti page where I wrote a bunch of sayings of the day. Along with the ever famous “You ain’t got no friends cuz your momma dresses you funny”
we had “Crusin’ the boat” and “Alice in Porno Land” which had to be a nod to our Senior play that I wrote about here..
and “I didn’t tell ya?” to which if you were smart you’d reply “I didn’t effin ask ” before the person who asked “I didn’t tell you?” replied to your what? with “nunya” as in none of your effin business.
Burn – oh wait that’s the 70s, this was the 80s.
Any Who, among the graffiti I found “She’s to lazy to talk” referring to a friend who never called any of us. Even back then we had people who for whatever reason did not like to make phone calls. I was not one of them.
I would get on my rotary dial phone and walk down the hallway to my bedroom for some privacy. We had the extra long cord but it barely reached. I’d be sitting right up against my door. Yakty Yak. And we could talk for hours! Until my dad would pick up the other line and say it IS time to hang up! Memba my friend, you know who you are!!!
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As always, more to to come.