Figment

Author's Note: This is my second response to the Truman Response and I'm trying to mimic Truman's life. This is not completed and I am still working on it so I will try to finish it as soon as possible. 

Ah, what a beautiful day! The sun is out, the birds are singing, music to my ears. My beautiful wife pours a hot cup of coffee into my favorite porcelain cup and serves it to me in the kindest of ways. She makes herself a cup and sits down beside me, caressing my hand, as we sip and sip upon our drinks.

"Another beautiful day here. It sure is nice, isn't it, my dear?"

"Yes, yes. Is there a better place in all the world?"

"No," The abruptness in her voice in her voice came off in a way I rarely saw from her, but I presumed it was only accidental. "I'm sorry. That sounded harsh, didn't it? I just never know how what I say will come out." We laughed it off and went on with the impeccable, relaxing daily routine.

I finished my cup of coffee, grabbed my overcoat, adjusted my tie, kissed my wife, and hopped into my sports car. Since it was a nice day and the sun was out I rolled down the roof of the car and let the wind rush through the individual strands of my hair. I liked my hair. The blondness of it glistened in the sunlight and the tips touched lightly to my eyebrows. Some might say my hair was long and childish, but I disagree. The perfection of its imperfection portrayed a happy man who had his priorities set straight before him. That is just the kind of guy I am.

I work at an entertainment agency used for actors, dancers, and singers, pretty much everything under the sun. Or everything under the spotlight. I myself have no sense of performing, but my sense of numbers was challenged by none. I am the best in all of Bullock, which is fortunate enough to have me as one of its residents, and I am the best that Bullock has ever seen. Each day I powered through the work of three men and did it with a smile on my face.

Today, I had a "large" task before me, but that label was only for the average worker. One of the best musicians known to man was coming to our agency and my job was to help him get out of his overwhelming debt. This was commonly seen among the musicians. I don't know why, but it was always them who had money problems. The actors knew how to handle money, but the musicians always were in debt. Millions of dollars sometimes, too. One might call them frustrating, but I think of them as a blessing. The more they are in debt, the more money I make. It was simple economics.

In Progress

Too Perfect

Author's Note: This is an existential poem which I wrote in response to the Truman Show. I know that the syntax isn't perfect but that was kind of the point.

Life, so perfect
too perfect

An unrealistic reality
seeming to be genuine
yet seems so artificial

The people, so kind
too kind

Their ear-to-ear smiles
beaming at me with welcome
yet with a hint of strain

The world, so beautiful
too beautiful

The environment around me
so unbelievably admirable
yet seems so masterfully created

Myself, so praised
too praised

Attention from everyone
so very convenient
yet seems so intentional

Everything, so perfect
too perfect

Ryan's Thoughts #7: Alone Time

Author's Note: In this piece I tried to write an anecdote which was slightly tough for me due to the fact that I detest them. The one thing I don't really about this piece is that I didn't bridge my topics together very well so it seems a bit rough.

For me, Spring Break is a time where I can isolate myself, and for once, relax and think about what I choose. When I was away from the persistant annoyance of socialization, whether it was when I sat on my family's condo's linai looking over our community's pool or when I was relaxing in my comfortable, beige rocking chair as I played PS3, was when I truly enjoyed the essence of Spring Break. We call it a break because it is a time to get away from our dry, daily routines and do as we choose.

Yet, my surroundings escalated the levels of isolation to an unexpected burden. When we are down at our Florida home, my family uses a portable WiFi source which provides an internet connection to all of the compatible devices in our home. Unfortunately, it has not always been the most trustworthy one. Time and time again we struggle with getting it to work properly for an extended period of time. It frustrates us like no other, because without the internet we have minimal contact to our relations back at home and have no access to the essential tools needed to complete some things such as work and homework.

My mother was in a frenzy for she was unable to access her e-mail, which is the headquarters and most important item of her work, my sister was able to attend to a large portion of the mountain of homework which she was assigned, and I myself was in a very similar situation as her. At this point, to be in such a state of solitude was not to our liking.

So we did what we could, but little progress was made. Looking back on the experience, nothing was gained by this, except for a renewed appreciation for the resources we obtain. I guess I could be happy about that new handy-dandy lesson, but instead I choose to dwell on the negatives, for the magnitude of them clearly outweighed the positive. I think it is, frankly, stupid for our everyday lives to depend on the internet so heavily when it can find itself unable to function so often. The internet is a useful tool, but we must be careful how much we rely on it, because if it fails a bottomless pit of frustration awaits us.