ridicully | And this would be the reason I don't write

You know maeglinyedi's nightmare thing?
It motivates people to write who really should know better -> me
What's more, I nearly never dream and can't remember any real nightmares

Anyway, this is the result (short and uncreative):
[ETA: Maybe some sort of disclaimer would be a good idea?
Title: ?
Rating: PG I'd think
Warnings: Apart from the "I'm not a good writer", and the "Nightmare" bit? Not really.]

Staring at the dried up tip of a quill in my hand, struggling to remember how it got there.

Sitting in the library, having just taken a stack of notes on a book I don't remember the title of.

Nothing to worry about

Being taken up on favours I don't remember offering.

Seeing children make near fatal mistakes in class, starting to berate them, being shown that they followed the instructions religiously.

Just absentmindedness

Nearly blasting the portrait telling me I've changed my password this morning.

Offering tea, seeing the cups I just handed over.

The stress

Ignoring the looks on peoples faces, introducing themselves, trying to hide the shock my "Do I know you?" brought on.

Reading a book, not understanding it - reading the dedication 'You taught me all I know'.

Only coincidences

Lighting a candle, flying back against the wall.

Concentrating, transforming, pain.

One thing has never failed me - my mind.

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Ow?

Oh, I liked that. But yes, that would hurt, I completely understand why you would have nightmares about it. *shivers*

Thank you.
I think the nightmare/fear is pretty universal, but most people manage to avoid thinking about it.
Which is what I'll go back to right now, as I want to sleep tonight and not question my sanity.

One of my own fears, too. I had lunch with a group of friends recently, and we spent the day together. At one point, one of them called my name, and I had to ask Sherrie 'Who is that woman and how does she know my name?'. They thought I was joking, but I had no idea who this woman was... even though I've known her for years and we'd just spent the last four hours together.

The whole concept is truly frightening.

I hate it when something like this happens. I've had whole conversations during which I tried to find out who the hell I was talking to.
On the positive side, I'm now good at talking to people without ever directly addressing them.

Wow! That is chilling! And it isn't badly written; your style here is just short and pointed which is perfect for a story written about a nightmare. Thanks for sharing this with all of us!

Thanks.
I'm happy I managed to capture a bit of the feeling.

Short but definitely not uncreative. I had to come back and read it later as it's a subject that troubles me.

it's a subject that troubles me
I definitely understand this.
For me, it's the whole 'If I can't rely on my own brain, what can I be sure of' concept that makes me shudder.

For me, it's the whole 'If I can't rely on my own brain, what can I be sure of' concept that makes me shudder.

Yes, it's that. For me it's also that I have suffered from amnesia and still have problems retaining memories sometimes, and I dread new examples of it every time. But at least I can watch detective programs without knowing who did it *g* That drives my partner insane though - 'no honestly Cal, we watched this one last month!'

That sure is a nightmare.
Memory and the mind.
Fragile things... Powerful things.
We take them for granted, but are they really? I wish I'll never see the day when that happens to me. It would be irritating to depend on other people, knowing I'm useless by myself.

Although brief, it was very deep.

Thank you.
*is completely speechless, because nobody has ever called anything I do deep*

Oh. Shit.

A truly horrifying prospect. Alzheimer? Dementia? Disturbing...

And this would be the reason I don't write

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