I've learned to try to stay away from writing poems, forcing
myself into the world of prose, argument, debate, etc. I've had
a habit since I was a teenager, of writing short wise sayings
and putting them up around me.
I had a job in my early 20s where every morning I would think up
a new "food for thought" that I considered original.
I'd post it on my cubicle.
One guy at the job hated me - and I never even worked with him.
I didn't know why. But.. I wanted to.
On my last day of work, I stopped him; our first time and last
time talking.
"Listen, I'm leaving today. But I have to know something: I know
you don't like me and that's ok, but I would really like to know
why."
He looked nervously around, as if to see if anybody was
watching. He leaned in close for a dramatic moment, and then
backed away.
He started walking away, and turned his head slightly towards my
direction and said,
"Its those damn quotes you stuck all over your cubicle every
day. You forced me to think and I hated you for that. Have a
good life!", as he turned the corner.
