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“I am a pioneer of reverse psychology in blogging”, the writer says. {PART 1}

“I am a pioneer of reverse psychology in blogging”, the writer says. {PART 1}

I pause; I look out the window; I lean back in the chair; I pause again.

“That’s LITERALLY the stupidest fucking idea that I’ve ever heard”, I tell him as I lean forward and pick up my taza of coffee.

“No”, he replies as he takes a sip of coffee, “here me out.”

“We’re done here”, I reply as I get up from my chair at the small cafe; waste of fucking time, yo.


I open the front door of my house; taking a step, I smell coffee; oooo whose brewing?

“Hi”, my wife calls out as I take a step into the kitchen, “I made you a cup of coffee.”

I pause; what’s going on? She must want me to keep her?

“Yeah”, she says as she throws the cup of coffee at me, “I heard about what you did.”

I pause; how’s she know about the 56.476 fish sticks that I ate for lunch?

“You were supposed to be nice to the writer”, she says as she pours another cup of coffee from the digitalcoffeemaker, “be a gentleman.”

“Oh”, I reply as she hands me a fresh cup of coffee, “that was your new digital companion?”

“Yup”, she says as she pulls a chair out of the kitchen table, “you’re going to have to try again tomorrow. Can you be a nice guy, just once?”

“Yes”, I reply as I take a sip from the taza, “for you anything.”


“I am a pioneer of reverse psychology in blogging”, the writer says from across the table.

I pause; speak my mind or what?

“Ok?”, I reply as I take a sip of coffee and lean back in my chair.

“Yes”, my wife’s digital companion says, “I think that it is helping a lot of people.”

I pause; hmm.


“You did better this time”, my wife says from across the kitchen table as she takes a sip of coffee.

She pauses; what am I going to do? I don’t have money to keep paying the rental costs for the digitalcompanion.

I know, I think back to her, it’s expensive. 

“What do you want to do this afternoon?”, HR asks as she looks out the window then back at us.

“Park?”

“Nah”, she replies as she takes a sip of coffee, “it’s raining on Planet LIMWNS.”

I pause; isn’t this a school day?


“So”, the doctor replies as he types the notes on his computer in his small office, “you think that there’s value in home schooling?”

I pause; speak my mind or what?

“Yes”, I reply as I lean back in the chair, “I think that really everyone is home schooled. It goes to what you are exposed to in your home life, away from class, that teaches you. School is a place of socializing; learning how to navigate different situations; exploring with others your interests; but, as a place of learning? With the technologies that we have now, it is possible to really develop a strong base of intelligence outside the confines of the educational curriculm; it was not always the way–but look at self-study now!”

“So”, he replies, “you think that we should push home schooling?”

 



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