Insight for needles
Voodoo dolls for characters
Novels for revenge
I offer this haiku, remembering how, as a teenager, I fought with a friend who refused to see things my way. My view was obviously right, and his refusal was just him being mulish. Since I couldn’t budge him, I opted for the next best thing: I went home and wrote a story about two teenagers who had a fight. But in my story, the one teenager who was obviously right was so persuasive that the other teenager couldn’t help but agree with him. The end.
I think we’re all grown up when we learn how to live with people we know we’ll never persuade of anything.
If only our leaders would grow up. If only our religions would grow up.
Oh yeah, the stories get better when we lose the need to be right about every damn thing.
(Photo by Geyson Garcia [CC BY-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)]