I often get accused of having "imaginary friends." I find it amusing how often others doubt the veracity of the existence of my friends. Well, here is a photo. In this photo, back row L to R: TJ, Tennille, Missy, Andrew, and Patrick. Front row L to R: Daniel, Will, and Sally.
is me and Daniel together. We're cute.
ACK! I was riding home on my bike when I swallowed a bug! It flew into my mouth, hit the back of my throat (causing what I was sure was an impact crater) and, since there was nothing left to do, I swallowed. I swallowed a BUG! I was SO GROSSED OUT! I hate bugs. I really do.
I called my Mom, “Mom, I swallowed a bug!”
“What kind was it?”
“I don’t know, but I hope it was really small.”
I was still freaked out and in need of some kind of comfort. I drank some water, hoping that would help, but it most certainly did not. I dialed the phone…got a machine…
“Kylie and Ted! I swallowed a bug! I am so grossed out! I’m coming over, I’ll be there in a bit…but I swallowed a bug!”
Is there no one to comfort me? I dialed a third time.
“Will, I swallowed a bug!” There was more ranting, but I also got his machine and I needed help in person.
I drove to Daniel’s to pick him up to take him over to dinner. I told him, “Daniel, I was riding my bike and I swallowed a bug!” There was a smile. “I think I’m going to die from some bug ridden disease! That way, when I’m dead in the morning and the police contact you trying to figure out what happened, you can tell them I swallowed a bug.”
“There’s always a chain of events.”
“Yes, there is. And I’m going to die from swallowing a bug.”
Well, here I am, in bed, waiting for my death scene. And no one even hugged me after swallowing a bug. I will die with a bug in my belly and no hugs in my arms.
I swallowed a BUG!
P.S. I am sorry bug, I didn’t mean to cause your untimely death, but, since I’m going to die tonight from swallowing you, you have caused my untimely death. Ah, the circle of life in action.
So, here’s the story. A group of relatively shy guys, some not so shy ones, and some girls. In a small room. Posing for a photo. Someone says, “this looks posed.” To which I say, “Then do something…pretend you’re from the theatre department.” Not missing a beat, Sally points a finger and aims it at Will’s nose. Will slowly backs away while sporting a rather amusing “WTF” look on his face. HA! I had to laugh. “Sorry, Will,” I say, “Sally really is from the theatre department.”
My personality has been described as “big.”
I have no problem with that.
Others around, however, should know that in the theatre department we learn by breaking down personal boundaries…and invading those around us.
