Tyler Rose


||an engineering student who'd rather write pure nonsense than solve equations||

||just a kid with crappy knees||

||i do what i want when i want. as long as my mom's okay with it||

||if I ever meet Stephen King, I just might implode. ||

Message to Readers

this is my new series of short stuff.
this piece was written after I held one of my regular, everyday conversations with another human being.
i love the idea of being social, i just have poor execution is all

a series of short pieces: dysfunctionality

June 10, 2019


(an average conversation between me and...anybody)

me:"how are you?"
person:"good! yourself?"
me:"i'm doing well."

person does not leave
my eyes get very wide and the panic sets in

inner mewords, words, words, where did I put those damn words?

the silence prolongs and person refuses to leave

clunk! clunk! clunk! (gears turning in my head)


I got it!
beep bop boop (brain connecting words to mouth)

me: "so theee...[insert voice crack here] cough cough"

crapfrickcrap the brain fucked up...recalibrating... recalibrating...

bing! go dammit go!

me: "so the raptors are in the finals! that's pretty exciting huh?"
person: "Oh, i'm not big into sports." awkward laugh.

inner me: well shit, you could have at least pretended to be interested, weirdo.

person: "excuse me!?"

inner me: there's no way I just said that out loud!

person scowls and finally leaves

inner me: 35% celebrating
                63% thinking about that conversation and hating me until something more cringey happens and takes its place.
                2% i wonder if perfume is just unicorn farts in a bottle...


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  • r|A|i|N

    oh-so-relatable. i often feel like my inner thoughts would make a great sitcom. you illustrate the notion beautifully here.

    about 1 year ago