Subway-1, Robin-0. This is what I was going to call my story today. I had written it over a year ago (under a different title) and submitted it to The New York Times. It didn’t get published. It almost did though-and that was good enough. I was leaving the movies with a friend when I got an email from an editor saying his team was considering my work. I flipped out. “Okay, quick. How do I respond? Should I say something funny like ‘Wow, you sure know how to make a Georgia girl sweat even more in the summer!” “No,” he replied. “That’s not really funny and I think you should be professional.” “Okay. You’re right. So something like ‘Thanks for the consideration. I look forward to hearing from you!'” “Yea, that’s better.”
That’s what I sent and I never heard back. I knew I should have gone for funny. I bet they see ‘thanks for the consideration’ a million times a day, but how many Georgia girls sweat after hearing from them? Anyway, here I was rewriting it for my most loyal readers (you). I was looking on Google for a picture to go with this post and I found one. Only it was perfect. I mean I was just looking for a Tetris game, but this picture was a group of Tetris pieces on a subway. It’s like it was made to go with my make-believe game. Aha! That’s why it didn’t get published. Someone thought of this game before I did. Just like my apartment app. It had been done before. I clicked on the image and it took me to The New York Times.
Turns out “thanks for the consideration” worked just fine.
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Warning: Dark Chocolate May Bring Dark Dreams
I have remembered my dreams ever since I could remember. I can’t tell if that sentence was repetitive or odd or confusing, but you know what I mean. My friends listen patiently, my family (see: Kim) thinks I make them up and my boss always says, “Interesting.” I think my guy friends used to get excited when I’d say they were in my dream, but now they know they may have been chased by a unicorn, they may have swam to Turkey on a Tiger or they may have fallen from a cliff while chasing guinea pigs. They learned that whatever they were thinking, I probably wasn’t thinking the same thing. With my history of sharing dreams, I wasn’t surprised when my friend reached out about hers. I would never call a dream fake or crazy or irrational. I was ready to listen:
Robin, I keep having these dreams where I am with a group of people- no one specifically- and we somehow kill someone and it’s usually by accident, and it’s not a big deal in my dream. Can you tell me what this means?
I couldn’t. Wow, that’s very interesting. I sounded like my boss. I’ll want to consult my dream book. I have four of these. I think it was a polite way for my friends to say, “Here’s a gift. Stop telling us about your dreams.”