"Nag, Nag, Nag"

Exercise #7: "Nag, Nag, Nag"
Another dialogue exercise. In the airport, standing in line for check-in, she nags him - or he nags her; whichever you prefer. Write the scene using both description and dialogue. What happens when they get to the head of the line?

....."Did you turn off the coffee pot this morning?" Melanie asked, her brow furrowed.
....."Yes," her husband, Eric, said with a roll of his eyes.
....."What? I'm just making sure that we tied all of our loose ends," she said. "I mean, if we left the coffee pot on, we could be short one house and a whole lot of other things in a matter of hours."
....."Right..." he said. The person 2 people in front of them was called up to the desk. Why are these people so damned slow? They had been standing in the line for over an hour, and they seemed to be moving at a glacial pace. So much for arriving early.
....."What about the alarm?" she asked. "Did you set it on our way out?"
.....Eric stared at her incredulously. "I thought you got it."
.....Melanie's eyes widen in disbelief. "No!" she practically screamed. "I didn't! I told you --"
.....Eric couldn't hold a straight face anymore. A loud guffaw escaped from his lips, and he was suddenly enveloped in the throes of laughter, unable to control himself.
.....Melanie looked around the airport in embarrassment, mouthing "I'm sorry" to anyone who seemed to take notice of Eric's obviously raucous and inappropriate behavior.

5 minutes up.

In other news, I'm beginning to realize that the school year is creeping up on me again. No, no, no, no, no. I hate school. I'm tired of it. I'm glad I had this little respite to recharge, but I'm so afraid that I'm going to show up on the first day and immediately get bogged down with homework and responsibilities that all of the work I've done in unwinding myself this summer is going to be positively moot. Oi gewald (pronounced ge-VALT... It's yiddish. Thanks, Mo.). Let's hope it turns out to be even in the slightest way helpful.

Also, I kind of had a snapping point today. I like to tell people that I'm thick-skinned, that I don't hurt easily, but the truth is that I'm terribly sensitive (Ask my boyfriend; he'll back me up 100% on this one.). I try not to take things so seriously, but I have a really hard time keeping that wall up. I had one for so long (and it was pretty amazingly thick), but it wasn't healthy. I mean, in the end, I turned up depressed and, all in all, a shell of a person.

So what did all of this work this past year accomplish? The wall was destroyed, brick by brick (even though I still have some habits of self preservation... but who doesn't have a few of those up his or her sleeve?), but I feel so much more... vulnerable, so unprotected.

My voice teacher brought up a good point this past semester. When I approach a situation, I throw my whole self into it. There's no middle ground for me; either all in or none at all. That got me hurt more times than I can count, but I couldn't stop myself from diving in when I got excited. So what's the next course of action that will help protect me from being hurt? Yep. A big fat wall. Goodie. Anyways, I spent the last year removing that, so now I'm just overly sensitive to everything. Every sarcastic remark, every time someone says they're going to be somewhere and then they don't show up, etc. I didn't used to be like that. I used to roll with the punches, return the sarcastic comment with a witty retort. I liked that about myself. So now... I guess I'm just trying to find that middle ground, that happy medium.

Well, I have a life to live.
See you tomorrow,


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