you gotta push all the doubt to the side of your mouth

Some times I look in the mirror and wonder if that dude in there lives a parallel life.

One where he makes a fantastic living as a writer. Where he writes things with immediate impact, as well as things that might be read generations from now. Things that make a difference, you know?

Writing that fulfills him, as well as makes him yearn to create more. And more. Causing a never ending hunger to explore and share and feel and learn and screw-up and help.

I wonder if his writing is sometimes interrupted by a couple of incorrigibly cute, and freakishly tall, kids with dirty faces crawling over his lap. Pawing at his papers. Leaning on the space bar. Giggling. And making him smile so much that his cheeks hurt a little.

I wonder if he is occasionally rescued from this tiny army of sticky fingered urchins by a patient wife.

A woman who is an amalgam of all the female characters on The West Wing. A woman who somehow inexplicably finds his pain in the assness to be endearing.

A woman whose strengths make up for his (numerous) weaknesses. And, of course, vice versa.

I wonder if he appreciates it all.

And other times I look in the mirror and wonder, “Where the hell did that scar on my chin come from?”

23 thoughts on “you gotta push all the doubt to the side of your mouth

  1. My parallel identity looks alot like Angelina Jolie except my Angie sleeps with Hugh Jackman.

    By the way Peter, this post was GENIUS!

  2. lspoon: Did you just call me creepy?

    michelle: Good question!

    michelle ann : Thanks! (See? Works well, right?)

    clink: You know, I’ve never really thought about breaking down the best things about each female West Wing character. Hmmm. Future blog post? I will say that:

    smart women = hot
    smart funny women = super crazy hot
    smart funny women trying to make the world a better place = What was your ring size again?

    a lil’ irish lass: Thanks!! I like touching a little… Oh wait.

    molly: Not sure, but I probably deserved it.

  3. It probably came from the time your wife-on-the-other-side-of-the-mirror lost her patience with your “pain in the assness” and clocked you one! =)

    Because obviously a scar you get in either world will show up in both.

  4. I wonder if his writing is sometimes interrupted by a couple of incorrigibly cute, and freakishly tall, kids with dirty faces crawling over his lap. Pawing at his papers. Leaning on the space bar. Giggling. And making him smile so much that his cheeks hurt a little.

    This paragraph makes me smile so much my cheeks hurt a little.

    Well done you.

  5. Awww love it. And there’s no such thing as “freakishly tall.” Unless you’re talking kids who are like 7 feet tall.

  6. ssc: Thanks so much. I appreciate that.

    susie: I meant freakishly tall as a good thing. I’d be slapping a basketball into their grubby little hands soooo fast.

    dg: I was going to say DEMOCRAT West Wing characters, but then remembered Emily Procter’s character.

  7. LOL! You always doing this. You’re incapable of having a post that is simply just sweet. You always need that joke at the end. I love it!!!

  8. blogging barbie: That’s the one with Gwyneth? I can’t remember if I liked that or not.

    sid: I gotta be me. I like to ruin tender moments.

    airam: It is because I am SUPER manly. For real.

    libby: Have you noticed that sometimes it takes me a lot of words to make a simple point like that?

  9. it makes you feel any better, your reflection probably stares out at you from the mirror, jealous that you get to have all the fun.

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