Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Rejected Chip


Tonight in my creative writing class we were asked to write a very short poem using metaphors and a negative emotion. Here is what I came up with (bare in mind we are given 5 mins max to do this);


Rejection is a discarded doll left out in the rain

Rejection is the lonely child watching the other children play

Rejection is the letter beginning "I regret to inform you..."


Rejection is the lone, burnt chip left sitting on your plate



Needless to say when I read it aloud there was laughter.

Doesn't anybody else feel sorry for the last baked bean or burnt chip left all by itself on the dinner plate? Or the green crisp, cast aside just because it's green? How sad the crisp looks without a partner to keep it company. Surely I can't be the only one who, if she doesn't finish her chips / beans / crisps, will leave two instead of one because she doesn't want the last, rejected morsel to feel lonely...

Is it really that weird?!

15 comments:

Ghosty said...

Actually, I happen to prefer the brunt chips.

Hey, I read today that, according to some study in the UK made years ago, 87% of all published poets have a form of schizophrenia!

... I'm here if you need me. :)

Princesse Ecossaise said...

Well! Thank you for your support my dear friend, I always knew I was different, now I know why!

Oh no the burnt chips are like POISONOUS or something! I heard that somewhere...

FP said...

you crack me up darling!

c'est pour ça que je t'aime si fort!! car tu es si différente!! si marrante aussi !

mwah X X X X

FP

Princesse Ecossaise said...

Awww I'm SO lucky you love me FP, I know I'm a wee bit strange but you don't seem to mind! Tu es le meilleur!

gros bisous x x x x

Jane said...

Oh princesse you are not alone! I thinklike that too, but unfortunately B is not quite as understanding as sweet FP, and really thinks I'm mad... I have to leave quite a few to cover up my mentalness.

And I've heard that the green crisps are really bad, and you shouldn't eat them...maybe it's the same as burnt chips...
Jxx

PS thanks for your last comment, you're lovely.

T.D. Newton said...

If I felt bad for my food, I wouldn't eat it in the first place.

Keep in mind the title of your class and the purpose of the exercise. I hope you got a nice pat-on-the-back from your instructor.

Princesse Ecossaise said...

Jane you are my soul sister! Thank goodness there's someone else who has feelings for inanimate objects! I don't feel such an eejit now :-D

I heard green crisps are bad too, that it's bad poison stuff that comes from the potatoes and you must never eat the green crisp. Maybe the burnt chip is the same only different.

xxx

TD your food WANTS to be eaten. That's the whole point of its life, so when you leave one morsel it feels sad and alone and rejected. It sighs and says 'what's wrong with me?' and it weeps.

I wasn't taking the piss in class honest! In fact the class is not deadly, deadly serious we are encouraged to write whatever flows from our pens and without thinking, this is what came from my pen!

T.D. Newton said...

My food must feel rejected whenever I get "chips" too because I hate the crispy ones. I guess that's when my lack of sympathy kicks in.

And I wasn't saying you were "taking the piss in class" (which, by the way, I have absolutely no idea what that means). I just meant you didn't mean the project to be funny but it was because it reflected your natural humorous storytelling abilities. +1 to you.

Princesse Ecossaise said...

Woops! Sorry, I thought you were telling me to take the class more seriously! I thought you were telling me off for being a fool in class! By the way those crispy chips, I call them 'churlies' and in my humble opinion they are the best bit everrrrr. Mmmm I fancy some of them bad boy churlies right now...*drool*

Also, taking the piss means taking the mickey, making fun of.

Oh TD isn't every day a learning day chez princesse ecossaise? :-D

T.D. Newton said...

International Slang should be a class. It would be my favorite.

Where did the name "churlies" come from? Sounds like a drunk interpretation of some poor guy's pet name.

Princesse Ecossaise said...

It could very well be precisely that. I think my dad made it up, either that or it's a Scottish word from his generation but I've never heard anyone else use this word. So indeed it could be a drunk interpretation of some poor guy's pet name!

Heather said...

OMG -- I'm the same way! It's called anthropomorphism. which is when you ascribe human emotions, characteristics or behaviors to inanimate objects! I always feel bad for the lone chip, or whatever it may be. I even feel bad tossing a piece of gum out the car window. We're both sick... LOL.

Princesse Ecossaise said...

Oh.My.God!!!!!! It has a name! I am normal(ish)! I have a diagnosis!

Heather you have made my day with this titbit of information. Now in all my profiles along with phobic of many things I can add anthropomorphism.

I heart you forever Heather.

Peach said...

I always feel terribly bad for the last baked bean, as if its whole life purpose was wasted if you don't eat it and let it join his friends

Princesse Ecossaise said...

ME TOOOOOO Peach!! That's exactly how I feel about it! It just seems such a shame to deny the wee guy the fulfillment of his life's purpose. And if you really can't eat him then you should at least leave one or two of his friends to keep him company...