The blue notebook was for unhappy thoughts. This was the one I used the most. The red notebook was for angry thoughts. I found this one frightening and did not like using it at all. The yellow notebook was for happy thoughts. I lost it long ago.
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Notes:
1. Written on November 4th, 2022
__________There were cats in places they should not be. On shelves, in drawers, stretched out asleep on the computer keyboard and curled up asleep on the record player turnstile and the dashboard of our car. There were cats in my backpack and in Mum’s handbag. They were in the bath, in the shower, on the toilet seat and in the sink and the cupboard under the sink and the one above the sink somehow too. I don’t know how they could fit in there but they could and they did and there was nothing we could do to stop them.
There were cats in our pockets and cats in our sleeves and there was a cat curled up in the hood of my coat even though I was wearing the coat and the hood was up but still it was in there purring and doing that thing cats do with their claws when they’re happy until my entire scalp was pinpricked with blood.
We tried to phone for help but there was a cat sat on the phone and then we tried to call for help but there were kittens in our mouths by now and they looked out at the world with cute unblinking eyes from the middle of our faces.
There was nothing we could do but acquiesce to their demands.
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Notes:
1. Written on October 14th, 2022
2. There is no finer sight in life than a cat in a place that it should not be.
Please note usage of the Unwanted Conversation Generator is undertaken at the user’s own risk.
1. Opening Gambit (please select only one topic from this section)
a) Is it okay if I sit there?
b) Is anyone sitting there?
c) Is this seat taken?
d) Mind if i join you?
If the answer to your question is Yes, sit down and proceed to section 2. However, if the answer is No, sit down and proceed to section 2.
2. General Topic (beginners should choose only one from this section, though more experienced players may wish to select multiple possibilities in a combination of their choice)
a) What are you drinking?
b) What are you reading?
c) What are you listening to?
d) What are you typing?
e) What are you talking about?
3. Response Strategy (please select one strategy from each section, to be deployed in order)
3.1 (Initiation Phase)
a) Listen to answer
b) Don’t listen to answer
c) Interrupt answer
d) Yawn
e) Laugh
3.2 (Groundwork)
a) Actually…
b) Well, the thing is…
c) See, where you’re wrong…
d) Nah…
3.3 (Placement)
a) Just my opinion on things.
b) Not that I’d expect you to understand.
c) Course you can’t say that nowadays.
d) Only joking.
3.4 (Detonation)
a) Mate
b) Love
4. Closing Emotion (freeform round)
a) Laughter
b) Anger
c) Indignation
d) Abuse
e) Apologetic Ingratiation
f) Eye roll
g) Yawn
h) Hurt
i) Confusion
j) Ostentatious concentration on own phone
k) Other
l) All of the above
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Notes:
1. Written on November 15th, 2022
__________Beneath the bed was a door. Beneath the door was a stairway. At the end of the stairway was a cavern wider than the world. In the cavern was a silver pool as deep and as old as time. And in the silver pool there was nothing but despair.
Beneath the bed was a door, and we did not dare to open it at all.
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Notes:
1. Written on the 28th August, 2022
__________There’s an empty bottle of whisky on my desk. It’s been there 10 years now, maybe a little bit more. Longer than the desk, in any case. Longer than any of the furniture in the room.
Johnnie Walker. Red label. Old enough to be measured in fluid ozs and percentage proofs.
I don’t drink whisky and never really have. I don’t drink at all these days. I assume my dad drank all this one and then I kept the bottle for some reason, because it’s nice and old, because it was there, because it gives me something to look at more interesting than the wall.
We got it fifteen, twenty years ago from the cupboards of a neighbour’s house after she’d died and we were helping clean up, this and various other archaic bottles of unopened spirits. I have no idea where they went, or what they were.
Shamefully, I don’t even remember her name. Maybe I never knew it. I used to talk to her in the mornings while waiting for the bus. She was kind of funny. I think she thought I was odd, weird.
I was odd, weird. I still am. It’s too late to change. Some lack I’ll always have.
I don’t know why I keep it, the bottle. But I couldn’t imagine throwing it away. If I’d left the top off it’d be full of dust by now.
Next to it there’s a milk bottle with a feather in it. No memories attach themselves to those.
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Notes:
1. Written on the 17th July, 2022
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