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The grating blender sound cut to silence, leaving frothy strawberry foam to bubble in its wake.
Bing sipped, his lips puckering at a hint of bitter kale not quite buried in sweet, icy citrus. It tasted amazing.
Getting high a lot less seemed to make all tastes and smells, and everything else, all the more potent and enjoyable.
A flash, and he giggled as he quickly tapped at his iun resting beside him on the table.
correlation:
people who seem really impatient while pumping gas
also never seem to be that clean.
He paused, watching and not watching his numbers spike and then ease back to their steady magic turning.
If anyone had told him just months earlier he would soon jump from 0 to 20,000 followers, he probably would have gotten a little extra wasted just to offset the stress of whole new worlds of eyes, opinions, judgments…
But here he was, tapping out those same silly messages once delivered only to himself. He now never gave any a second read or thought.
Another flash.
sewage:
haven’t u ever wondered
what actually happens to shit?
But why had he started sharing when he did? Was it something The Psychologist had said? Or maybe not said, but implied…? Or, not implied…
It seemed what Bing had pulled from the ether somewhere was something like a mantra that could capture the core and essence of his whole search for worth. “You got jokes?” the mantra taunted, “Don’t go back and try to perfect them. Get them out!”
Another flash.
imagine:
a bird’s nipples.
And the previous two were already being passed along to countless others.
FLASH
can ur special someone tell
when u check out chicks on TV?
New faces kept appearing to overtake the top of Bing’s big list.
Another face . . . another…
He marveled afresh at the instant connections now set to occur on their own between his crazy (high) mind and whoever might seem to want to show an interest.
But what if he’d never put out that first attempt? A few sleepless nights spent staring at dashboard statistics notwithstanding, Bing was proud for at least having finally decided to try. No Bings before ever had.
Another flash.
stupid:
why do people always
unzip their bullet-proof vests
to show in movies?
“I: love you!” came an instant reply.
“Don’t say ‘love’,” corrected another. “He don’t believe in that.”
The conversations seemed to work like grenades, exploding anew at each interaction, flinging fun like shrapnel in any number of unpredictable directions.
FLASH
‘i love u’ can either mean ‘i want attention’
or ‘okay, leave me alone now, i luv u . . . bye.’
(sigh)
It almost didn’t matter that—
FLASH
ever get so high
u ask a really friendly fast food guy
what he does for a living?
Jobs. Living. Career. Boss…
FLASH
since when is part of being a boss
knowing more than anyone on ur team
about absolutely everything?
Next to the iun, spread out in a botched pile, lay the 32 printed pages of all Bing’s previous, unposted bits. As he glanced at chunks of his dense, hardly punctuated text on paper, a pesky thought returned like a willful mosquito:
Shouldn’t I be sharing it all on stage? Isn’t that my obvious next step?
Now turning to scroll absentmindedly back through time down his iun’s face, a protective wall constructed itself from every happy memory of real accomplishment . . . the first offer to come speak in person; the first line re-shared, and then re-re-shared; the first kind comment received…
What he saw was the outworking of his process, he knew. His “method.”
Again, nothing had ever changed for Bing except for where his ‘Send’ button was aimed. And that small switch had been like picking ripe fruit from a tree.
Did each new line not still bring the same shy smile to his face immediately upon having been entrusted over to that big growing list of friends?
But what if Bing’s found success had become like a barricade atop its own tower? Why (or why not) risk throwing himself over into an all new, uncertain pursuit?
Another flash…
As Bing’s edges were nimbly blurred, he slowly reached across, swiped, and tapped a couple times to start a new recording.
Then he stared straight ahead into the same great and mysterious adventure another Bing might have begun for him long before.
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