As a writer, it goes without saying that it is important to have an appreciation of other perspectives- even if you are not entirely in tune with how things may look from different standpoints; the characters we write about are not always likable, even for us.
I smiled at a sobering reality check and exchange recently that was also laced with a worrying question.
X: Just putting it out there, 2016 has to be the worst year.
Y: Ooh, I don’t know, 1939 to 1945 were probably considered to be a lot worse.
X: What’s up, hun?
Y: I’m good.
Y: I’m not busy paving preparations for WWIII, so, yep, good.
And a recent radio broadcast conversation I was listening to felt extremely awkward until we were given that crucial bit of information that made us listeners release a sigh of relief.
DJ: So, what song would you like us to play on your way home from school and who’s it for?
Schoolboy: I’d like to request Push it by Salt –N- Pepa.
DJ: Ah, a bit of Salt –N – Pepa and why have you chosen Push it?
Schoolboy: Because I think it’s an appropriate song for my mum.
DJ: Long pause Er, right—
Schoolboy: because she’s a student midwife.
DJ: Ah, there we are….
But here, in the link below, I struggle.
The link explores the idea of taking out a lease financing package to “buy” a dog – because please, realise at this stage, you don’t own it; you’re tied into fixed monthly payments that could stretch two to three years, and only after are you given the right to buy the dog.
I wish it were fake news or a pre-April fools article but sadly, no.
And I am desperately trying to appreciate it from the perspective of the owner and then from the dog. I really cannot see how either one can truly benefit. Whichever way you look at it.
Now the financier…