happy endings .. kill me now

Happy endings, kill me now.

I’m not sure what generation bastardized my ‘happy endings’ but trust me I am not happy! Don’t get me wrong though, I love happy endings, both kinds it seems. Getting caught in a double entendre meaning is not good if you belong to a writer’s group from Toronto. Well no one actually said anything to me and they are being polite I’m sure, but I am somewhat mortified.

I sent in a piece for my presentation on Monday, the group meets for two hours every Monday on Zoom. Three people present a ‘story’ for critiquing and we have a discussion after. Along with my story, I sent an apology for my critique of another writer’s piece from a past Monday. I didn’t like his story, it was depressing and devoid of any hope or happiness. He sent out a little message while we were critiquing it “don’t hold back on your criticizing.” Those of you that know me, know that that’s all I needed to let it pour forth.¬† “Well I’m sorry (person name here) but I would kill off both characters in your story, in fact, it was so depressing I wanted to kill myself.”

Now as I’m writing this I’m trying to remember if I said “well you guys know that I’m a fan of happy endings.” Lord kill me now, did I actually verbalize that at the meeting? Well, I certainly put it down on paper when I sent in my piece for next Monday. So sending an apology on paper for killing off his characters, I mention how I’m a fan of happy endings (thank you, Dan). Dan is another writer whose stories always make me laugh and feel good. So now I involved Dan (not his real name) in my happy endings .. oh God, can it get any worse?

Most in this group of writers are younger than me and very good at their craft. I feel like the token oddball, which I am because everyone else is an easterner and I’m the only person from out west. I am just a blogger trying to be a writer and I have started writing a book, two books actually.. don’t even ask.

Nothing is ever simple for me, I make my own rules and my own excitement apparently. These happy endings are a thing with me, I hate a story that has no redeeming features. That movie “No Country for Old Men’ that won an academy award for best picture years ago, well that was the worst movie I have ever watched! There was not one ounce of redemption or happiness in that movie whatsoever.

My daughter informed me of the other meaning for happy endings some time ago but I keep forgetting. I’m a fan of both btw :¬† ) She also clued me in when I was lamenting the fact that I needed a ‘facial’ in the near future. Now, why did they have to bastardize that as well? Seriously, some things should be non-negotiable, and having a facial and enjoying happy endings should be on that list. That I wear ‘thongs’ on my feet is fine with me, I still have trouble saying flip flops, which is for people that keep changing their minds or their political affiliations.

There is surely a whole ‘whack’ of other sayings that the younger generation has sexualized, unbeknownst to me. I appreciate the heads up when I use them, trying to be a writer I need to be careful with my words. That doesn’t stop me from making up my own words though, it happens. My dilemma now, is how to quit saying happy endings? My son says I say “you know” a lot and you know son I am working on it, I know.

I’m older and it’s not as easy to let stuff like this go, my memory screws with my mind, you know, and not in a happy way. I think I went too far with that one.. ah well.

We need to be mindful or maybe we need less on our minds .. geez, when did all this shit get so complicated? At least my kids know when I mix up their names that it’s not personal, and they also know what I meant to say when I get confused sometimes. That salad I forgot in the fridge thanksgiving, well it wasn’t the first time and it certainly won’t be the last. So now that I have written about it maybe I can let that one go.

Two more sleeps until Monday and my Zoom meeting with my peers. Lord help me get through this without making an ass of myself. Happy endings will probably be the death of me, and if perchance Tom Selleck is involved then you know that happy ending was the climax of my life, sorry/not sorry :  )

copyright October 22, 2020

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