Sixteen

Katie’s funk has lifted, thought she could hardly put the cause to words. Nothing had changed—well, the kids were back in school—except her attitude. Everything was passing through her “happy” filter instead of her “pissy-as-hell” filter. Well, not everything. There was the odd annoyance, mostly a gentleman who seemingly fancies himself her literary mentor. Katie chastises herself, because her resentment only rings of arrogance, but she’s positive it isn’t that. Well, not only that; it’s in there a little bit. He writes songs and poems and despite herself, Katie has a deep loathing of poets. Her relationship with poetry is complicated. When asked if she likes it she replies, “No. I mean yes. Only the good kind.” When pressed to define good poetry Katie can only offer up the macabre guideline that “if the poet isn’t dying inside, it’s no good.” Which is obviously hard on poets, but Katie has noticed all the good poets tend to die young. Still, the profession is too open to posers and bad poetry is the most atrocious offence to Katie’s mind. That’s why she doesn’t write it; poetry isn’t in her soul.

At any rate, her would be mentor was missing the point of her argument about Twilight and gender roles, and then he insulted her generation, though he clarified and said he was only insulting an entire century. She made an argument back to him, defending her generation, getting annoyed by his ageism but not wanting to come off whiny.

Katie puts it out of her mind now. It was a good day. She must admit, she took great pleasure in teasing one of her old friends all day via Facebook. He was having a hellish day, but keeping a good attitude, as he almost always does. Katie loves teasing him; it’s natural and if they aren’t arguing about life, the universe, and everything, then they are teasing each other. Well, Katie teases more; he’s too polite to start the teasing. Honestly, he’s a very egotistical person by nature, and while Katie’s jabs are aimed to sting, the jabs only seem to conflate him on a deep level. If Katie’s teasing him then he is on her good graces and can afford to be big-headed. Katie misses arguing with her friend and makes a mental note to stoke the fires sometime soon. She giggles, he’s a Stargate: SG-1 fan. I feel a deep discussion of slash fic coming on. Katie chuckles wickedly and cuddles deeper beneath her blankets, ready for sleep to overtake her.