I sit by the window, watching passersby pass by, watching waitresses wipe tables and people come and go, drinking their coffee. Everyone is just like the one before, yet so different, so unique. I can imagine their whole life story in one glance, one tiny small look. Who needs to get to know someone, when they can be anyone you want them to be the second you make eye contact? Any further communication, and you lose all control.
I had a table at my apartment in New Haven. We built it while we were drunk in my parents basement. I thought everyone would write a bunch of cool quotes and drawings and shit once we got it into the apartment. It wound up with just a bunch of penises drawn on it. There was other stuff too though, and the other stuff was pretty cool man.
just write. Okay.
Well. in my mind, I am in an antique shop, with hundreds of tables. Thousands of tables all around me. They all used to be grand and stately…talking pieces. With marble and jade, and ebony…but now they crowd around me like so many overly adorned munchkins from the Wizard of Oz.
Maybe one of my silliest dreams as a child was to help my parents extend the table every time we had a party. Or maybe it was the silliness that made it so important to me. The little five-year-old me didn’t have the strength to stand against that great wooden table. It’d been with us even longer than I had (I think), and I was no match for it, not in years or wisdom or solidness. Today, I defeat the table.
I love tables because when I sit at one I pretend someone else is sitting with me, usually a dead person, but not always. Mostly though. Like Alexander the Great or King Henry the 8th, one of those greats. Yes, tables can be quite welcoming even if you’re alone, which is most of the time for me since I can never seem to find someone who makes me fall in love.
Tables may bring about happy memories of family and friends for some,
but for me
they were always empty
Everyone always says to turn the tables
I say to destroy them.
sitting on the floor like clouds that sounds stupid what are tables made out of ? usually wood hm this is weird I can never write well on the spot. There are four tables around me right now … one the tv is sitting on one the lamp one the printer and one candy which is the coffee table.
one time my friend smashed a plastic doll through my table on new years when he was drunk. And in turn spilled all the tetley tea bags all over the floor. LOl what a great day!! <3
The tables seemed to have turned. He was in the back of the diner, and the tables that usually have faced the cash register, now faced the gaping hole in the wall that represented all his problems and deficiencies.
we had this table when i was growing up. my mom painted the american flag on it. my mom loved the american flag. we had an american flag rug, too. seriously. this place was covered in america. it was hard to be a communist in that house. anyway. this table. it was pine. it was a cheap dinner table she bought with her second husband.
“She turned the tables on him and got away with both halves of the million dollars in gold doubloons. No one else had thought to look inside the corpse, but the Mortician had ferreted out the secret. It was just too bad that he would never live to spend a dime of it,” Moira read aloud from “the Curious Death of The Last Mortician.” “‘Turned the tables,’ just where the heck does that expression come from?” she mused. “Wait,” Henry turned to her in surprise. “You’re reading about gold doubloons being stitched into a corpse and what puzzles you is where ‘turned the tables’ comes from? Aw, honey,” he smiled. “I knew I married you for a reason.”
Whenever I think of tables I always think of friends and family. When you’re sitting at a big table all by yourself just doesn’t seem right. Early in the morning I sit down and eat breakfast at my families huge dinner table and I can’t help but feel uncomfortable.
They turned so quickly I didn’t even realize it. I went from being so in control to being the weak one, to waiting by the phone, to dressing myself up, to cleaning my room, to doing things that just aren’t me. I made myself vulnerable and I didn’t even realize when it began. And I hate it, I hate it so much. And I love it.
I want to lie on tables, because when you do such a thing, you’re not like other people. Most people lie on beds, or couches, or even recliners, but I want to lie on a table. I’d be the center of attention. I’d be the odd one out. Oh wait. I already am.
what would we do without tables? we would have to eat on our laps, which we all know can get very messy. we would be doing our homework in a comfortable spot for once, but then fall asleep and not ever finish it (personal experience taught me that!) Tables, aren’t really given the credit they deserve. So thank you tables! you keep holding up the food, and you keep forcing us to do our homework! Shine on my little friends! shine on
tables are so straight. theyre just there. the world needs tables, but the world also needs a lot of things. i was kind of hoping for a different word that i wuold be more passionate about besides tables. but no, i got tables. stupid tables. life is stupid, just like the stupid tables. i dont understand anything anymore. how long will this let me write? i dont know, but i am liking this right now because i have no one else to talk to. well, i do have someone, but i shouldnt talk to them about tables, or this, or anything, or whatever ,because i will fall flat on my face.
I wanted to turn the tables on him. To rip the rug from beneath his feet so that he too fell into this sea of confusion with me. But my mouth would not open, voice would not speak. The shiver of fear that ran down my back paralyzed me.
A quick glance told me there were at least ten tables between me and him; maybe twelve. It was impossible to reach him before he made his escape. His grin told me that he knew this as well, until the cacophony of a gunshot caused him to falter. A crimson dot decorated the exit wound on his forehead. As he fell toward me, I saw may partner standing behind him, her smoking gun still held steadily aimed at where his head had recently been.
Tables, what are tables really for? To sit and eat or to just sit and put our mugs and cups on while we converse? Tables were invented to unite people together and give them a chance to talk. The tables have been getting smaller and smaller now allowing you to unfold one up right in front of the TV and blocking yourself from the real world eating your heart out.
are the best invention ever, am I right? I mean they hold stuff up, important stuff. Like food, and computers, and flowers. Candy dishes, drinks, all the good stuff in life is supported by three to four legs and flat surface on top of them. Does it get any better?
Tables, I saw many tonight. They were all the same and remind me of what I gave up. I could have gone with you but I did not. I decided to be responsible. I am tired of being responsible, I want to live on the edge, do what I want, be free and leave my mark on the world.
Billy had absolutely no idea where to sit at lunch on Friday. “I obviously cant sit with the dumb jocks, I’m too smart for them. But I’m not smart enough for the nerds either!” So instead Billy went to the bathroom stall and slouched.
They may not always be stable, just like life. Tables are…..well, they balance things, without completely being balanced themselves. That’s why I like them – they’re almost like their own contradiction. And yet, their so simple. Only complicated things can be contradictory, in my eyes. I don’t know, I suppose there’s a lot more to a table that one may think. :)
you put food on them, always useful when drunk and dancing, there never seems to be enough room, holds some pretty intense family conversations, all different shapes, sizes, colors, everyone has at least one, used for many different things
I’ve discussed these tables before.
Obviously there is a reason why I need to elaborate
On these tables that need to be discovered
I don’t know Why
I dont know How
The room was filled with tables. Empty tables with nothing to cover the bare tops that cluttered the floor plan. There weren’t even any chairs. Just hundreds of tables of different shapes and sizes.
tables well you can eat on em dinner wood or glass chicken waffles steak breakfast family legs flat mesa i don’t all i see is a family eating dinner on a table not much to say about them its where i eat.
you sit across from me and I stare at you. within arms length I reach for your hand, it isn’t there. the small plain table cloth seems like a great desert.
The tables were laden with food and drink, and draped over with drunken revellers. He danced atop them, tredding upon the fat nobles, who laughed whenever one of their fellows was trampled.
softly singing to her baby in the next room waiting for the next full moon to show his face. she tells a story with her gestures and her song. how long will it take a newborn baby to learn?
dum da da dum—dum da da dum–dum da da da da dum dum
desks and chairs with tables of many. tables with legs, may roll or break. tables of numbers and letters and such. tables that offer space for my stuff.
tables have four legs. they are for eating dinner at. lunch tables are scary bc the ones atour table have chairs attacekd to them so if there is not enough chairs you are kicked out. and the lumch room never has enough tables so sometimes you are that awkward person who is sitting on the bar and it hurts your butt. that is why i hate lunch. i am a nerd adnd i eat in the band room. wi
We sit at these tables, not realizing it’s what is building us.
We didn’t know it would be the last meal we shared at these tables.
We will always go to the same tables, and remember the relationship we created
My papa waits tables. Sometimes he lets me pick one when business is slow and he lets me set the table like I want to, with plates on top of bowls and a spoon in the glass. Papa chuckles and say something about the “absurd”, but I don’t get it. Yet.
tables are amazing things , they are used to hold things. What would we do without them. where would you do that math homework you really dont care about? huh ? we NEED tables !!!!!!! :)
I sit by the window, watching passersby pass by, watching waitresses wipe tables and people come and go, drinking their coffee. Everyone is just like the one before, yet so different, so unique. I can imagine their whole life story in one glance, one tiny small look. Who needs to get to know someone, when they can be anyone you want them to be the second you make eye contact? Any further communication, and you lose all control.
I had a table at my apartment in New Haven. We built it while we were drunk in my parents basement. I thought everyone would write a bunch of cool quotes and drawings and shit once we got it into the apartment. It wound up with just a bunch of penises drawn on it. There was other stuff too though, and the other stuff was pretty cool man.
just write. Okay.
Well. in my mind, I am in an antique shop, with hundreds of tables. Thousands of tables all around me. They all used to be grand and stately…talking pieces. With marble and jade, and ebony…but now they crowd around me like so many overly adorned munchkins from the Wizard of Oz.
There are seven tables in this room. Where did they come from, and what should I do. I mean, who has seven tables?
Maybe one of my silliest dreams as a child was to help my parents extend the table every time we had a party. Or maybe it was the silliness that made it so important to me. The little five-year-old me didn’t have the strength to stand against that great wooden table. It’d been with us even longer than I had (I think), and I was no match for it, not in years or wisdom or solidness. Today, I defeat the table.
I love tables because when I sit at one I pretend someone else is sitting with me, usually a dead person, but not always. Mostly though. Like Alexander the Great or King Henry the 8th, one of those greats. Yes, tables can be quite welcoming even if you’re alone, which is most of the time for me since I can never seem to find someone who makes me fall in love.
Tables may bring about happy memories of family and friends for some,
but for me
they were always empty
Everyone always says to turn the tables
I say to destroy them.
sitting on the floor like clouds that sounds stupid what are tables made out of ? usually wood hm this is weird I can never write well on the spot. There are four tables around me right now … one the tv is sitting on one the lamp one the printer and one candy which is the coffee table.
one time my friend smashed a plastic doll through my table on new years when he was drunk. And in turn spilled all the tetley tea bags all over the floor. LOl what a great day!! <3
The tables seemed to have turned. He was in the back of the diner, and the tables that usually have faced the cash register, now faced the gaping hole in the wall that represented all his problems and deficiencies.
Standing up on them when no one’s looking, pretending like you a rockstar. My dinner table was my first stage.
we had this table when i was growing up. my mom painted the american flag on it. my mom loved the american flag. we had an american flag rug, too. seriously. this place was covered in america. it was hard to be a communist in that house. anyway. this table. it was pine. it was a cheap dinner table she bought with her second husband.
“She turned the tables on him and got away with both halves of the million dollars in gold doubloons. No one else had thought to look inside the corpse, but the Mortician had ferreted out the secret. It was just too bad that he would never live to spend a dime of it,” Moira read aloud from “the Curious Death of The Last Mortician.” “‘Turned the tables,’ just where the heck does that expression come from?” she mused. “Wait,” Henry turned to her in surprise. “You’re reading about gold doubloons being stitched into a corpse and what puzzles you is where ‘turned the tables’ comes from? Aw, honey,” he smiled. “I knew I married you for a reason.”
Whenever I think of tables I always think of friends and family. When you’re sitting at a big table all by yourself just doesn’t seem right. Early in the morning I sit down and eat breakfast at my families huge dinner table and I can’t help but feel uncomfortable.
They turned so quickly I didn’t even realize it. I went from being so in control to being the weak one, to waiting by the phone, to dressing myself up, to cleaning my room, to doing things that just aren’t me. I made myself vulnerable and I didn’t even realize when it began. And I hate it, I hate it so much. And I love it.
I want to lie on tables, because when you do such a thing, you’re not like other people. Most people lie on beds, or couches, or even recliners, but I want to lie on a table. I’d be the center of attention. I’d be the odd one out. Oh wait. I already am.
what would we do without tables? we would have to eat on our laps, which we all know can get very messy. we would be doing our homework in a comfortable spot for once, but then fall asleep and not ever finish it (personal experience taught me that!) Tables, aren’t really given the credit they deserve. So thank you tables! you keep holding up the food, and you keep forcing us to do our homework! Shine on my little friends! shine on
tables are so straight. theyre just there. the world needs tables, but the world also needs a lot of things. i was kind of hoping for a different word that i wuold be more passionate about besides tables. but no, i got tables. stupid tables. life is stupid, just like the stupid tables. i dont understand anything anymore. how long will this let me write? i dont know, but i am liking this right now because i have no one else to talk to. well, i do have someone, but i shouldnt talk to them about tables, or this, or anything, or whatever ,because i will fall flat on my face.
I wanted to turn the tables on him. To rip the rug from beneath his feet so that he too fell into this sea of confusion with me. But my mouth would not open, voice would not speak. The shiver of fear that ran down my back paralyzed me.
I was still swimming alone.
A quick glance told me there were at least ten tables between me and him; maybe twelve. It was impossible to reach him before he made his escape. His grin told me that he knew this as well, until the cacophony of a gunshot caused him to falter. A crimson dot decorated the exit wound on his forehead. As he fell toward me, I saw may partner standing behind him, her smoking gun still held steadily aimed at where his head had recently been.
Tables, what are tables really for? To sit and eat or to just sit and put our mugs and cups on while we converse? Tables were invented to unite people together and give them a chance to talk. The tables have been getting smaller and smaller now allowing you to unfold one up right in front of the TV and blocking yourself from the real world eating your heart out.
are the best invention ever, am I right? I mean they hold stuff up, important stuff. Like food, and computers, and flowers. Candy dishes, drinks, all the good stuff in life is supported by three to four legs and flat surface on top of them. Does it get any better?
Tables, I saw many tonight. They were all the same and remind me of what I gave up. I could have gone with you but I did not. I decided to be responsible. I am tired of being responsible, I want to live on the edge, do what I want, be free and leave my mark on the world.
Billy had absolutely no idea where to sit at lunch on Friday. “I obviously cant sit with the dumb jocks, I’m too smart for them. But I’m not smart enough for the nerds either!” So instead Billy went to the bathroom stall and slouched.
the hard surface was a resting place for the exhausted,a place of fortitude for the sick, depressed, and frightened. and it is a place to eat.
Tables are flat, used for social gatherings, business and for bringing people together. The provide eye-contact and connection.
Tables.
Topped with flowers.
Across the entire room.
People were eating off of them, leaning against them, and sitting on them.
But no one noticed the tables.
No one could pick the tables out of a lineup.
They may not always be stable, just like life. Tables are…..well, they balance things, without completely being balanced themselves. That’s why I like them – they’re almost like their own contradiction. And yet, their so simple. Only complicated things can be contradictory, in my eyes. I don’t know, I suppose there’s a lot more to a table that one may think. :)
you put food on them, always useful when drunk and dancing, there never seems to be enough room, holds some pretty intense family conversations, all different shapes, sizes, colors, everyone has at least one, used for many different things
I’ve discussed these tables before.
Obviously there is a reason why I need to elaborate
On these tables that need to be discovered
I don’t know Why
I dont know How
The room was filled with tables. Empty tables with nothing to cover the bare tops that cluttered the floor plan. There weren’t even any chairs. Just hundreds of tables of different shapes and sizes.
tables well you can eat on em dinner wood or glass chicken waffles steak breakfast family legs flat mesa i don’t all i see is a family eating dinner on a table not much to say about them its where i eat.
you sit across from me and I stare at you. within arms length I reach for your hand, it isn’t there. the small plain table cloth seems like a great desert.
The tables were laden with food and drink, and draped over with drunken revellers. He danced atop them, tredding upon the fat nobles, who laughed whenever one of their fellows was trampled.
softly singing to her baby in the next room waiting for the next full moon to show his face. she tells a story with her gestures and her song. how long will it take a newborn baby to learn?
dum da da dum—dum da da dum–dum da da da da dum dum
desks and chairs with tables of many. tables with legs, may roll or break. tables of numbers and letters and such. tables that offer space for my stuff.
tables have four legs. they are for eating dinner at. lunch tables are scary bc the ones atour table have chairs attacekd to them so if there is not enough chairs you are kicked out. and the lumch room never has enough tables so sometimes you are that awkward person who is sitting on the bar and it hurts your butt. that is why i hate lunch. i am a nerd adnd i eat in the band room. wi
We sit at these tables, not realizing it’s what is building us.
We didn’t know it would be the last meal we shared at these tables.
We will always go to the same tables, and remember the relationship we created
My papa waits tables. Sometimes he lets me pick one when business is slow and he lets me set the table like I want to, with plates on top of bowls and a spoon in the glass. Papa chuckles and say something about the “absurd”, but I don’t get it. Yet.
tables are amazing things , they are used to hold things. What would we do without them. where would you do that math homework you really dont care about? huh ? we NEED tables !!!!!!! :)