sometimes old memories of people hit you out of nowhere.
i have to share this red flag that at one time I willingly ignored. It was what I call a "red flag on fire."
i remember laying in bed the morning after, talking about our creative interests. he asked me if I wanted to be a photographer. I said "no, but I want to learn how to take better photographs."
"good. my ex was a photographer and that was," he rolls his eyes and gets grim.
"no. I don't want to be a photographer. I'm more into writing; that's where my creativity is."
"what kind of writing?"
"short stories, creative fiction."
"i don't like that. Fiction. Only historical narratives and real things."
HAHAHA.
wtf.
i have to share this red flag that at one time I willingly ignored. It was what I call a "red flag on fire."
i remember laying in bed the morning after, talking about our creative interests. he asked me if I wanted to be a photographer. I said "no, but I want to learn how to take better photographs."
"good. my ex was a photographer and that was," he rolls his eyes and gets grim.
"no. I don't want to be a photographer. I'm more into writing; that's where my creativity is."
"what kind of writing?"
"short stories, creative fiction."
"i don't like that. Fiction. Only historical narratives and real things."
HAHAHA.
wtf.
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