“I’m turning 300 today.”
“Congratulations! You must be so…drained? Tired?”
“Actually, I’m quite inspired.”
“Really? But isn’t 300...like a lot?”
“Yes and no. 300 is a proud achievement, one I’m grateful to have reached in my lifetime, but it’s just scratching the surface of all things creative.”
“So, really it’s just the beginning for you.”
“No, not the beginning. I was at the beginning with one. Some may say I was at the beginning at zero.”
“When I was just browsing and learning how the whole site operated. I’m still learning its process, and I’m happy to be a part of it.”
“To commit yourself to sharing what’s in your head with strangers.”
“Strangers? Oh, I wouldn’t call them ‘strangers.’ Do I know every detail about every single one of their personal lives? No. Do I know every detail about anyone in my life that I’ve met and have been acquainted with for so long’s personal life? No. And none of that matters, because it‘s not the point.”
“Then, what’s the point of it?”
“For some it’s one thing, for others it’s another.”
“What is it to you?”
“A platform…A showcase. A way for me to express myself openly like never before. There’s something inspiring about unveiling my work, then having it be appreciated at a global level. It‘s phenomenally amazing!”
“They’re not strangers!”
“Alright. What do you call yourselves?”
“People. People who have ideas and love sharing. People who have visions and love creating. People who have voices and love speaking. People who have illustrations and love animating. And it’s through the art of this community of so many imaginative inventers that I’m allowed window views of who each one is and what each one aspires to be.”
“We are hitRECorders.”
This is my 300th RECord! To commemorate the occasion as a writer on hitRECord, I thought it’d be appropriate to write about it in 300 words. I hope you enjoyed it. :-)
Always willing to trade in reality for adventure, she’s a verified lionhearted reader.
“May I tell you something?”
“First off, I don’t like you.”
“Oh, you do?”
“Yes. And I’ve suspected as such for quite some time now.”
“Good. Cause I…I don’t like you. In fact, I have an incredible distaste for you and what you represent. It’s very personal. To be honest, my loathing levels of you are off the charts.”
“I know all of that, too.”
“Well, I’m just glad we can talk about these kinds of things.”
“Was there a second off?”
“Lemme think….First, we covered the ‘I don’t like you’ already….No, I guess all that I wanted to get off of my chest today is just the fact that I have an immense disgust for you and your face.”
“Alright. Now, may I tell you something?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“I don’t like you.”
“Yeah, I know…..I don’t like me, either."
Our fingers interlock each other’s so perfectly.
We must be hand mates.
Occasionally, I like to reminisce about the future.
Behind every great fungi, there’s a great fun-gal.
How informal to be so normal
How mutual to be so usual
How habitual to be so typical
How unintentional to be so conventional
How informal to be so normal
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