Get to the Fucking Point

Whenever I think about writing the next great American novel, I always have titles pop into my head before plot. I don’t really know what that is, other than that I like clever titles. For a few years, the title that I have had in my head has been: Price Upon Request. Perhaps, Get to the Fucking Point wouldn’t be too bad.

That’s what someone told me the other night is a reason why *some* people don’t necessarily embrace me with open arms. It’s a pretty blunt thing to say to someone, but that didn’t bother me at all, primarily because not only am I aware of this (not so terrible, but still ever-present) flaw of mine, but also because my friends and family tell me this on a fairly regular basis. The thing that kind of irks me is that people tend to only see the flaws of others and not their own…glass houses stones. People want to see themselves as beacons of perfection, great at everything and bad at nothing. Not me, I have a mental list of my flaws and yet I still really like who I am, even though I sometimes am not one hundred percent sure of who that is.

Yesterday, while out with a few of my girlfriends, I told them the “get to the fucking point story” and they were semi upset for me (but I told them not to be) and also found it amusing enough for us to make that the theme of the evening. *I also interjected that phrase out loud, referencing myself, while telling them about various things.

My name is Miki and I go off on tangents. I also somehow managed to get a 3.85, writing papers for countless English lit courses. I also managed to get through law school and have been a practicing attorney for over a year…Gee, I wonder how that happened ;)