Famous for My Memoirs and Bobby Twoshoos (Part 2)

Are You Writing This Down

Uncertain as to the words opening doors to my memoirs, I recall it was something like “So, are you going to write this down in your memoirs tonight.” Nodding my head, her intrigue got the better of her as she absorbedly asked “So, how much do you write every night and what do you write about.” Explaining of the amassed detail spent each night and that I write of what better details I can remember of the day, Jana replied “I hope you don’t write things like “Walked over to Jana’s desk and then back to mine because that’s boring.” Hence, an attribute of Jana was already starting to protrude over every dubious certainty, her pessimism.

When I started talking about my memoirs, Jana noted “Now I can see the serious side of you,” which gave me a blow of reality to the two sides of Tony. I realized now that there was the cocky and playful side of me that just tends to run a muck and be an idiot. This is the attitude usually portrayed with my friends and at work. Then there is the arrogant side of me and the quiescent side of me but the other main portion of temperament is my serious side.

I tend to get serious about my loves and when someone actually takes time to ask me questions, I take the time to settle down and answer them properly. I’m just getting used to people asking me questions about my memoirs to which I’ve opened up a new world of maturity with my bringing out into the public that mature side of me. Upon her noting that she could see my serious side, I couldn’t stop help thinking that for once, Jana stopped to explore these new thoughts upon my maturity. For a couple of seconds Jana got caught up in her thoughts and probably visions of our being somewhat intimate within this curiosity to my sophistication.

Showing Off My Coded Notes

When Jana finished her spell, I felt obliged and proud to show her the coded notes I write at work everyday which has now become a necessary tradition for the ongoing collaboration in these pages. Explaining how I’d written it in code so that no one could read it straight out if I had dropped it on the street she replied “Oh that’s a good idea but it’s no good to me if I can’t read it.”

Smiling and disembarking from her curiosity, in ebbing thought she did note, “I would probably be able to tell if you wrote my name in here.” “Nah” I exclaimed assuredly, “You won’t be in there but after this, you will be.” Placing the notes back into my pocket after her quick perusal, it would be convenient to mention that for my Friday, I had three comp slips worth of coded notes to write. Converted, this would equal one A4 page of writing as well as two and a half pages within these notes, and that’s before I even begin expanding upon the thoughts written down.

Speaking upon the topic of my memoirs for over twenty minutes, I would speak informatively in increments, turning back to the appraisal only to start speaking again or to have Jana ask me another question. Signing my name and writing down a little conclusive word to the appraisal took me ten minutes due to my constantly explaining what intrigue she needed to know. Throughout our conversation Jana showed her pessimism in her contradictory statements. For example, she kept asking me how I was going to get famous for my memoirs to be valid but my memoirs will be strength enough to lift me to greater heights.

Famous Through My Memoirs

I truly believe in myself and having these memoirs being almost as great as Shakespeare’s plays himself and pessimism will not help drop a character from these pages ever. The barriers of life and success have been created so that people have to become famous in order to create fame for their memoirs. However, as I am famous in my own mind, it doesn’t matter whether I live and prosper or die famously, as long as these memoirs get noticed.

My philosophy on life is that each equal upon these heavenly borders has to be renowned for something, no matter how small or big an accomplishment. In short, life creates fame for all and if fame is my next ambition, I’ll be famous for my memoirs.

Usually, an individual would have to get to the top of their field to successfully write memoirs but instead, I’ve turned that all around, believing that my fame will come from advancing in my ability to write effectively so that one day, I will be renowned for my grasp of the English Language. For that reason, my memoirs will be such a vital tool to English and history in itself. If I do become so acclaimed for my progressive style of writing, what better way to study whom I was by all the information my daily life portrayed.

Across the board, I tend nowadays of anything that could be vital information in the future or acceptable to the flow of chronology today. For example, I write a lot of smaller detail for the day, knowing that one day progress and little idiosyncrasies will be a key issue to analysts. Foresight is a bitch, already dealing with a possible audience and a possible commercial interest.

You can be sure that through life, there will be no stone unturned unless it is as insipid as writing of insignificance. However with this insight upon the future, I can also predict that it won’t only go digital on my laptop but that I will be creating such an extensive package to these memoirs.

Gadgets For The Future

Not only will the idea be of pages on a computer for reading pleasure but it will extend to greater philosophy. In the future, I’ll buy gadgets like a voice operated keyboard for faster response time, a portable recorder so I can record my ideas and much more intense preservation of chronology for the future. There will come a day when I will set up a video in my room, randomly taping segments of my day so it can catch me out doing normal stuff like dancing around in front of the mirror, eating or typing upon these pages. A glimpse into the life of the Mad Chaos.

In addition, this ascendancy will start with my taping telephone conversations and preserving them as well as writing a greater description of evidential gossip upon these pages. The thought of including pictures has already arisen but as I always speak of entities on the train or some beautiful blonde, I gather a picture would speak more words.

How many different ways can you explain a blonde. Unfortunately, I’m not very good at depicting a character or their characteristics so having a secret little hidden camera in my hat or to fit in the palm of my hand will be great for memory’s sake. One day I will enter them upon the computer and have them as an addendum to these pages.

Stage Name Bobby Twoshoos

With half an hour completed and Jana giving me mostly tens (One higher for each than before) in our conclusion we were still speaking of my memoirs. Jana was trying to be optimistic about my thoughts upon the future and my means to be recognized but she couldn’t help being contradictory. “You’ll have to change your name now,” Jana joked as I asked the reason why. “Well, you’ll need some flashy name to conjure some sort of interest to which I wittingly replied “Use my stage name, Bobby Twoshoos.”

Jana looked confused as to what I meant and as I jumped up to head outside Jana uttered, “But you’re not an actor so why do you have a stage name.” Concluding our lengthy conversation, I left the room quoting “All the world is a stage and I, an actor.” Seeing Delphi and Najla just outside getting some photocopies, I knew the smile on both their faces meant they either heard our conversation partly or they both thought we took ages inside the room just chatting away.

A Drop Of Water

Speaking a touch more now about my appraisal on Friday night before its conclusion, let me just shed some philosophy. My memoirs are unique as I don’t write specifically about myself but I use life and its surrounding entities as a well oiled machine. It’s not just my opinions and thoughts that shape and reflect upon these memoirs but a pool of thoughts from many an opinionated person. I find these pages unique, to be able to head through my highs and lows and share all my encounters.

I’m like the main character in a story and as this is the story of my life, all other characters are lesser but in all, just as important as my thought. In truth, I am like a drop of water on a smooth and level surface. As rain creates other droplets of water gathered amongst the smooth contours of the surface, they connect upon each other, creating with each joining, a larger portion of that emerging puddle.

With each new person met through life, their droplet of water binds with my original droplet, beginning with the inauguration of these memoirs. These dominant memories of mine will no doubt collect more droplets of water and their growing size depends upon the relationship. Anyway, with my walking out of that room enlightened, I was faced with completing the mail alone as Najla had her appraisal to accomplish, relatively on time.

Skirmish And The Weekend Ahead

That my peeps concludes the whole of last weekend and as I noted, the time is 1:30 a.m. and my tires are starting to wear down. Luckily I’ve concluded my last Friday night so now I only have Monday through to tonight to speak of. There are now just six pages of notes to represent but you can be sure that I’ll most probably get to Thursday’s chronology at the most by tomorrow night.

Sunday I have to ready myself for skirmish to which I’m going to have twenty pages or more to write upon that subject. Therefore, you can kiss goodbye completion of my chronology unless you consider my possibilities of taking a day off on Monday. Figuring that I would be all bruised up and with Jana owing me big time after today’s ordeal at work, I could take my second day off if I felt the need to rest my limbs and catch up on chronology.

This weekend will drain what money I do have left in my wallet and not buying a tie or socks has definitely helped my hip pocket. Anyway, taking the weekend day by day, I’ll have to see what happens on that given day to be able to realize the amount that could be expended hither. Nevertheless, I am off now to rise up bright and early tomorrow, gearing for the Gym, the station and then the computer.

On a parting note, there are only a couple more days now until I begin the proper search for contact lenses. Although I only use my new items of clothing and eyewear sparsely, there will come greater days to give me that such opportunity. Just as long as I know I have all this fashion in my grasp, the contention against crippling days abstinent from this fashion’s use are a wait well worth awaiting…