Time for another Odd Trio prompt: write a post about any topic you want, in whatever form or genre, but make sure it features a slice of cake, a pair of flip-flops, and someone old and wise.
Confucius came to have breakfast with me this morning, with a slice of cake and a pair of flip-flops.
“I read the Fault in Our Stars and I find the Augustus Waters’ metaphors very inspiring that I have come to show you a couple metaphors, too,” Confucius greeted me, beaming at the slice of cake and the pair of flip-flops.
“I know your question even before you ask me about it. For a change, why don’t you give me an answer and I will tell you if you have the right question,” he continued as I offered him too pick anything from the dim sum platter.
“So a slice of cake, and a pair of flip-flops. They are metaphors, huh?” I started talking, struggling for the answers I need to give him so I may know if I am asking the right questions.
“I need a break, I know, wise man.”
“Yes. And a slice of cake and a pair of flip-flops are just the things I need.”
“Is that right?”
Sometimes talking to someone very old and wise makes me impatient, but I knew what he was trying to lead me on.
“Life is too delectable to go solo on a sweet fix. A slice of cake will do, and a slice means others have their one slices too. We all deserve something sweet, then we might as well share the pleasure this life gives us.”
“I am listening,” he mumbled through the steamy sweet buns.
“Wearing a pair of flip-flops is the best feeling after walking on a plank in high heels. Sometimes going flat makes us feel the ground better and appreciate the roads we journey more.”
“I am listening,” he told me, this time, smiling with eyes closed as he took pleasure devouring a couple of spring rolls.
“I am glad you came with a slice of cake and a pair of flip-flops,” I thanked him, as I popped a fried dumpling into my mouth, smiling through bits that fall off each time I chewed.
“Did you like the metaphors?”
“Did I get them right?”
“I don’t think that is what you want to ask,” Confucius grabbed a fortune cookie and started to leave his seat. he gave me wink and then he disappeared.
“I know right,” I smiled at an empty space. I got a fortune cookie myself, more interested on how it tasted than what the piece of paper inside would say.
“I should be wise enough to know what to do with this life. And I need more than luck to do this.”
Sunny is a character from a Korean TV series dubbed in the local language. She is an interesting woman who has been cursed/blessed with the ability to talk to ghosts. If I were to be like her for one evening and arrange a dinner party for 4-8 guests who are my picked VIPs, dead or alive, I will summon and sit down with three noble ghosts and one object of my fan girl fantasies.
Such a great man. How can all the wisdom in the world be squeezed into one great man? Our conversation might be like how his Analects have inspired me and how in another way he means by his nuggets of wisdom. I would ask him from where he gathers his bits of wisdom and how he feels that many people apply them throughout the course of their lives. I might want to exchange insights with him about three quotes I admire him for the most:
Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then in is not an act but a habit.
Choose a job that you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.
2. Edgar Allan Poe
My favorite American writer. His stories of horror and grim love poems have got me spellbound ever since. He reminds me so much of my father who works best when intoxicated. At dinner, I am going to serve him the best brandy and see for myself how he transforms from sane to sober. Then, I would ask him the true cause of his death and I would wish to confirm if it was truly because of heartbreak or of being broke. I would let him listen to The Script’s “The Man Who Can’t Be Moved” and we shall exchange perspectives behind the conventional phrases in the song. I would also ask him to explain his true ideas and emotions behind Annabel Lee, which is really a tragic poem. I also would ask him which among his horror stories would he be willing to be given a silver screen version if the actor were Channing Tatum (who will also be among my dinner party’s guests).
3. William Shakespeare
The best poet ever! I have read through sonnets by sonnets and have tried deciphering the shades of meaning behind them but I would wish to ask from Shakespeare himself if we have been interpreting his poems correctly, or perhaps, we have just given his poems depth of thought but he would simply shrug and say: “your guess is as good as mine.” How many girls have he dated? How many hearts have been broken by him? How many times has his heart got broken? Is he gay? Is he really whom we thought he is? Or the rumors are true that he never existed at all and all we knew about a man by the name of William Shakespeare is similar to the the anonymous author of Beowulf or the doubtful existence of a true Homer? Well if I see him at the dinner table, I would have dust off all doubts and just talk about poetry.
4. Channing Tatum
Even a mom of three married for almost a decade would drool over his manliness! Since “She’s The Man,” I have had taken interest into the growth of his characters as actor (more than his abs) and my fascination with him has no pornographic kind of desire. Yes he has a great body, smooth dancing moves, captivating smile, perhaps fragrant being, but there is more to him that I want to know that those earthly, shallow, vain and lustful reasons. I want to talk with him about his road to stardom, what he had to go through and endure, how experiences have shaped him into the most desirable man he is right now. I want to talk with him about his thoughts on relationships, how he grows more and more in love with his wife (though it breaks my heart a bit) and how he intends to raise his kid, his perspectives on parenting and all that stuff.
With just Channing and I as the two persons alive at the dinner table, I am just hoping he doesn’t get scared or something with the ghosts of literary geniuses dining with us, but should he be, well, I have my arms wide open for him. I would not mind cuddling. Just teasing.
Dinner is served.