The Pills’ Grim Progress from this Major to that Which is to Come

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The Pills’ Grim Progress from this Major to that Which is to Come

I could have taken up law, maybe criminology. In fact, at the rate I’m going, I may need a good criminal lawyer.

I swear that I’ll never get these pills right. In fact, I don’t even know why I have them here in front of me. This is crazy.

Do you take the green ones with dinner or before dinner or after? Damn it, I just can’t remember.

And what the hell are the names of these again?

And I got to remember the side effects, too?

I think I’ll take one. What if I take one? I think these are the ones that calm you down. Maybe I should take two of them.

Now I know I’m really going crazy.

I’ll never pass this test. I knew I shouldn’t have applied for pharmacy school. I never even liked taking drugs, much less pills, and now I’m considering doing them? Because I can’t keep them straight in my own head? This is crazy.

I’m definitely transferring over to law. No, way too much studying there, too. I’ll go crazy.

My parents are going to kill me.

Better make that art. Yes, definitely art. Or maybe I’ll teach jazzercise. Is there any money in Zumba?

Randy Mazie

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17 thoughts on “The Pills’ Grim Progress from this Major to that Which is to Come

        • You should of said it anyway.
          Thank you for the compliment.

          I don’t often share this but I do have an MBA and an MSSW (master of social work), and an undergrad degree in English and Humanistic Psychology, and training in Photoshop, and in addition to my day job of running school bus transportation with 350 or so employees for the past 25 years, I have two retail web sites selling tee shirts and other merchandise, and I just bought several package delivery routes. And I still find time to write. I don’t sleep though… zzzzz (well, maybe a little. I think I’m sleep writing now).

          Randy

  1. Randy, you amaze me. I don’t know how you come up with the things you write- whether fiction or comments to writers like me- but I admire you! Tremendously! OK, enough gushing. I enjoyed your take. The humor is a bit more subtle then I’m used to, which works great here!

    • Paul, thank you for your kind words.

      And thank you for taking my work seriously since, as you know, more so than others, how I present so much of what I do as what I perceive or intend to be “a theater of the absurd”, a silliness meant to entertain and entice, irritate and ingratiate, but ultimately done for fun and for the passing, together, of our time here on earth in a way that is light hearted and , I hope, loving.

      I think God has given me a little gift with words which I love using, and I am very grateful to Him for it. I think it serves His purpose, and it is certainly a gift He has given me that serves and fulfills a purpose, actually many purposes, for me.

      My very best, Paul. Thank you for playing. For being a good sport. A beginning blogger friend. And thank you for the words. How nice

      Randy

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  3. Hahaha, I loved the final line about Zumba. Choosing which major is definitely a hard process, nerves don’t help one bit. Thanks for contributing this week, Randy!

    – Ermisenda

    • Thanks for the prompt. I think. I’m really not sure. Was it your prompt? Maybe I should have done another prompt. You know I’m not very prompt at all. Maybe I should draw a picture in response to a prompt rather than using words to respond. How many pills did I actually take? I do like to draw, you know. I was thinking about going into art at one time.

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