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AGELESS FETA
Tiptoeing Around The Elephant
Trying to find my way out of the tedium
I was gassed after a full plate of tots. Seven one hour tutoring sessions to be exact. That’s a lot of talking.
So I did what any exhausted tutor might do after a full day of teaching fractions and idioms —
I pulled up my laptop to write on my favorite secret platform.
My partner and I live in a small one bedroom apartment where the living room triples as the kitchen and study. So as I typed away my partner inevitably hovered over me in the kitchen as she fixed herself something to eat.
While my partner poked the bear, I tiptoed around the elephant.
Here was the essence of our dialogue —
What are you writing?
Nothing. Just stream-of-consciousness nonsense.
For who?
I can’t mention that.
What can’t you mention?
I can’t mention the name of the platform. Not if I want to get paid for my work.
You get paid for your work?