04 | August | 2013 | Whimsical Eclecticist

It can be important for parents to boost their kid’s confidence. Sometimes it’s important to keep them humble.

I’m visiting mum. Because, you know, I’m such a good son. And who doesn’t miss mum’s cooking? I know I do!

After dinner, she sat down to watch her shows. I got the computer out and sat with her for a bit. Mum asked what I was doing.

Mum: Are you writing?

Me: A little.

Mum: Are you blogging?

Me: Yeah.

Mum: Oh, can you show me –

Now, at this point I expected the words ‘your blog’ to be uttered. Nope.

Mum: Can you show me your friend’s blog? The one about the cooking?

Me: Uh… Yeah. Sure.

Thanks, Mum. If I ever start getting a big head, I know who to come to to sort me out. Love ya.

Dear boyfriend of Sophia Bush,

I do not know your name. I do not care to know it. I won’t bother learning it. Besides, what is a name to a monster? And I am just that – a green-eyed monster, whenever I see you proudly hanging your arm around my celebrity crush.

I’m not even jealous of your good looks, or your self proclaimed super-intelligence, or your spiffy career. I’m just jealous of the company you keep. The company you smugly throw your arm around, as if to say “yeah, good luck guy, have you even met the paparazzi?”

And I would say, “well, no, I haven’t. But that – that is irrelevant… I think.

Shut up.”

So, I wouldn’t say much of worth, but I’m like that under pressure. And I’m sure you wouldn’t shut up. Or maybe you would. I don’t know. I don’t know your character. I don’t know what you’re like. I don’t care to know.

Either way, I don’t think you would lose that smug grin.

But, I can’t blame you, really. I’d be grinning too if I had someone so gorgeous draped across my arm. So, I guess, in the end, um… well played, nameless Sir.

Well played.

Photo credit: Adriana M. Barraza / WENN

Taken from http://www.aceshowbiz.com

*I made all that up. Except for my celebrity crush. That’s true. Totally love Sophia Bush. But I’ve never heard this guy claim super-intelligence or any of the rest of it. And I don’t think he has a smug grin. Oh, and his name is Dan Fredinburg. I’m sure he’s a marvelous chap. I just didn’t have any fun ideas for a jealousy letter. Blame the Daily Prompt.