This week I learned something really important. I mean completely invaluable…
I learned that talking to inanimate objects doesn’t make you crazy, it makes you creative:
Dialog with my table
Me: So, you’re my table
T: Yeah, thanks for owning me… I used to be alive you know, big tree, lots of leaves and stuff…
Me: You weren’t that kind of alive, you were tree alive, no brain action. I mean I know we humans are a little self absorbed as a species… but you’re a tree. Would you mind taking a different tone with me?
T: Hey lady, I’m your table, it isn’t my fault that half of what comes out of your mouth is snarky.
Me: Good point, and I guess since you spend so much time with me… it’s only natural you would absorb part of my personality.
T: You spend a lot of time with me. Writing, painting, teaching K, eating breakfast lunch and dinner. What would you do without me?
Me: Eat somewhere else, write in my bed. I don’t know, I don’t like to think about it, you’re a great table. I never had a table like you.
T: I know. You needed me.
Me: I did. I really did. I remember when I saw you in the store, all the way across the room and I thought “now that’s a table”
T: I’m a good table. But you already know that if you expect to write an entire piece about me.
Me: Are you now going to critique my work?
T: No, you’re capable of beating yourself up enough.
Me: Yeah, that’s my thing…
(in this practice were were asked to chose one of the 4 items we expanded on last week and have a dialog with it, therefore I am not crazy)