How many pictures of toilet paper can Pexels hold?
Why Am I Here? And I Don’t Mean In An Existential Way
I’m just a writer of irreverent and juvenile humor
Yesterday, I received a note on one of my stories from Dr. Mehmet Yildiz inviting me to join his new Publication, Illumination, as a writer. My first response, and my reply to his note was, “Absolutely, thank you! My humor is a bit irreverent, tho. Will that work with your pub?”
Now, normally, I would exaggerate, or embellish, what my response was to his invitation with something I found funny. Something like, “I’m sorry. The writer you have reached has been disconnected mentally by your invitation. Please recheck the story you are reading and confirm your invitation. By the way, have you READ the stuff I write/wrote (I can’t figure out which is correct, sorry).”
But I couldn’t because, well, the evidence is in writing.
Of course, I didn’t get a response to my question. Why “Of course?” I don’t know. It sounded good at the beginning of the sentence.
But I think it’s because of the type of guy I think Dr. Mehmet Yildiz is. By the way, can I call you “Meh?” Or would you prefer “Doc?” Or something more formal?
No, sorry. Something about this guy says he deserves to be called Dr. Yildiz. I mean, I’ve read some of his stuff and he seems really smart to me. He uses phrases like,
We curate outstanding articles from diverse domains & disciplines to create fusion and synergy with serendipity.
I’ll be honest with you. The only word I even remotely understood in there was, “We.”
“Curate” might have been an option but, since Medium has never curated one of my stories, I still don’t know what that means.
Not only that, but look how NICE his invitation was,
Hi Charles. Hope you are well in these difficult times. I am wondering whether you would be interested in submitting some of your articles to ILLUMINATION. You may shine in this new community. If you are interested I can provide with you writer access. . .
OMG, he said I might “shine” in this new community! No one has ever said I might “shine” before. . .well, except for the defense contractor I work for when, during orientation, my boss said, “Don’t ever open this door. You might glow for half a million years.” So, he kinda said I might “shine.”
Seriously, Dr. Yildiz (and this might be the last time I am ever seriously serious), if the invitation still stands, I accept.
Oh, you might be asking, if you read my (what’s that thing called above the title? Oh, yeah. . .) kicker, “What the hell does toilet paper have to do with this article?”
Well, nothing. Except, while I was looking for an image to use, I decided to search for toilet paper, you know, due to the hoarding going on. Well, I stopped counting at 95 images.
Yes, I actually spent time counting images of toilet paper on Pexels.
Welcome to my writing.
