I skipped out on working at The Cantab this week, so the prompt was given by the other judgey Cantab bartender, Emily Carroll. I'm listing my interpretation here because she's been off during the intervening weeks, and I'm too lazy to text or e-mail.

Certain human behaviors are either innate or else something we pick up merely by existing in a society with other humans. How to sneeze, how to blush, how to laugh, how to high five, how to shrug your shoulders. These are all behaviors or actions we are assume to be able to do without reading up on the subjects or taking classes at the YMCA.

Write about a behavior that you were taught that, looking back on it, you can't believe required an education.

Against your better judgment, you go to the funeral or wake of someone you weren't especially close to. You may even have despised the person. As soon as you arrive, someone rushes up and says "Thank God you're here. Billiam was supposed to have something prepared for Swampy's eulogy but he is waaaaaaaaaaay too drunk to even stand. You're a writer, could you please come up with something. Please. It would mean a lot to (insert name of someone you like here)."

So for this week, give yourself only fifteen minutes to a half hour to write a eulogy for someone you either barely know, or, perhaps, never really liked but whose friends and family you don't really want to insult.

Is there something you are So Done with? Maybe it's The Walking Dead. Maybe it's fantasy books. Or, maybe it's cupcakes. Maybe you've just had all you can take of cupcakes. It's like, *exasperated sigh*, enough already. Right?

​Try and write about a time when something you are currently sick of was a thing that brought you joy.


^ - actually, no I didn't