So I’ve been outed…

Whether this was sheer coincidence or divine intervention, I’m not entirely sure (though I’m more inclined to believe the latter), but a friend of mine recently made me aware of something rather creepy/interesting.

Whilst attending a new year’s eve bash, the party’s host began talking about one of his favorite shows. That show is Family Guy. Anyone who knows me, knwos that I am not the biggest fan of Family Guy. It’s the sort of program where so much is going on and yet, there is simultaneously nothing going on in every episode. The show’s plot jumps around so much that I feel as though I’ll have a panic attack before it’s over. As such, I turn the station lest I have a seizure.

Plus, I sort of made fun of this show in one of my latest rants.

So when he struck up this conversation, I didn’t pay it much mind. But then he told me that one of the latest episodes featured a skit which reminded him of me. I decided to inquire further.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, they made fun of writers and how they write at Starbucks. I immediately thought of you. You know – because you’re a writer and all.”

He laughed. I laughed. But what we both neglected to do was mention how I also frequent Starbucks when I do my writing. Ironic world we live in, huh? I was a little floored by this so I grabbed my phone and searched YouTube for a clip of this scene. When I found what I was looking for, I laughed. Not because it was funny, but because I related to the scene. Basically, two writers joke with each other about writing every single thought as they sit in public. It’s essentially poking fun at the writer’s narcissistic tendencies and apparent obsession with open displays of writing prowess.

Yeah, I guess that’s me.

But instead of feeling bad, I felt like a mini-celebrity. Like the writers of Family Guy had heard my disdain for their show and decided to one-up me with a clever comeeback.

Well, touche’, Family Guy. That episode may have been written well before I resolved to poke fun at your incompetent storytelling and stereotypical jokes, but nice work in getting back at me. I just want you to know that it’s my turn now. And I promise to have the last laugh.

And I promise that it will be in public. Preferably at Starbucks.

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