Saturday, August 13, 2011

Flash Fiction: Humility

The last flash fiction piece! I feel sad - I really enjoyed dusting off the 'creative writing' section of my brain (not used since NaNoWriMo last year) and put it to some use.

Before sharing the very last story (sob!), I want to thank Lady Antimony for hosting this challenge. It has been fun, educational, and it's also been great to make a few new friends in the blogosphere.

Now that this is over, a return back to normal (ha!) blogging is in order (and I just realised that Blogtoberfest is coming up!), but for those who enjoy the creative writing, fear not! I'm planning on participating in NaNoWriMo again this year and no doubt I'll be sharing a little of what I write. 


Okay! The story.


But first, let me say that the story stems from this:

Humility is not thinking less of yourself, 
it is thinking of yourself less.

Here's a really long definition of humility:
Modest behavior, selflessness, and the giving of respect. Humility is not thinking less of yourself, it is thinking of yourself less. It is a spirit of self-examination; a hermeneutic of suspicion toward yourself and charity toward people you disagree with. The courage of the heart necessary to undertake tasks which are difficult, tedious or unglamorous, and to graciously accept the sacrifices involved. Reverence for those who have wisdom and those who selflessly teach in love. Giving credit where credit is due; not unfairly glorifying one's own self. Being faithful to promises, no matter how big or small they may be. Refraining from despair and the ability to confront fear and uncertainty, or intimidation. (Vice: pride.)

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Humility

I have a friend who continuously apologises. It doesn’t matter what it is: spill your drink, stomp on her foot, shoot your husband (you get the idea), and she’s all, “I’m so sorry” and “That was entirely my fault."

People, when they meet her, think she’s so lovely, so polite, so humble. That first impression doesn’t last long. I see their eyebrows rise when she apologises that their baby didn’t sleep through the night again.  I see unsaid words forming on their lips: “Don’t be ridiculous, as if it’s your fault.” 

Sometimes I just want to kick her sorry arse.

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Thank you to all the people who have spent time commenting on what I've written - I truly appreciate it! (And I will catch up on commenting on all your blogs soon!)

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