Followed yellow brick road. Disappointment ensued.
I thought I was someone else.
Wanted world, got world plus lupus.
Tragical childhood can lead to wisdom.
I recognize red flags faster, now.
Nothing profound, I just sat around.
Found true love, married someone else.
Macular degeneration. Didn’t see that coming.
As a child, nomadic. Now static.
No words can describe my life.
Afraid of becoming like my mother.
Two boys, my life, conquering autism.
Lost and found, rescued by dog.
Can’t tonight, watching Law and Order.
My life’s a bunch of almosts.
Thought I would have more impact.
At the end of normal street.
Found great happiness in insignificant details.
Still lost on road less traveled.
Everyone who loved me is dead.
The car accident changed my life.
No wife, No kids. No problem.
Boys liked her. She preferred books.
Never really finished anything, except cake.
Cursed with cancer, blessed with friends.
I fell far from the tree.
Alone at home, cat on lap.
Educated too much, lived too little.
Full life; impossible to summarize in…
My second grade teacher was right.
Became my mother. Please shoot me.
Can’t read all the time. Bummer.
I wrote a poem. Nobody cared.
Working with what God gave me.
Same mistakes. Over and over again.
Still trying to impress my dad.
So devastated, no babies for me.
Thank God the suicide attempt failed.
Made labor-saving software: thousands unemployed.
Unfortunately, there was no other way.
Expected prime rib. Ended with hamburger.
Father, son, both hit by cars.
Veni, Vidi, but haven’t vici yet.
I came, I saw, I concurred.
Dead mom watching. I’ll be good.
Type A personality. Type B capability.
Carries flask for unsociable social events.
Polio gave me my happy life.
Loved home. Left to make sure.
There will be no beautiful corpse.
The book is “Not Quite What I Was Planning; Six-word Memoirs by Writers Famous and Obscure.” From Smith magazine (edited by Rachel Fershleiser and Larry Smith).
Addendum: Found this 2008 post while searching for something else; decided it was worth a bump to the front page.
Reposted from 2020 for the same reason. Readers feel free to summarize you life in six words in a comment.
Married. two kids, pets. Hilarity ensues.
ReplyDeleteThe universe smiled at me, mostly.
ReplyDeleteDon't blink; you'll miss most of...
ReplyDeleteA race between enlightenment and extinction.
ReplyDeleteFinally married. Many pets. Basically happy.
ReplyDeleteI don't like rules. Really.
ReplyDeleteGod has been good to me.
ReplyDeleteIt was the best of times. (I'm sure Mr. D won't mind.)
ReplyDeleteLucky mostly unless I look closely
ReplyDeleteno real purpose, apart from curiosity
ReplyDeleteIt is said Hemmingway invented the 6 word memoir when he was bet he could not tella complete story in a half a dozen words. Hemmingway being Hemmingway; he won the money. "For sale: baby shoes. Never worn."
ReplyDeleteMine might be, Knows a little about a lot.
Never missed opportunity to miss opportunity
ReplyDeleteFive horses. My head needs examining.
ReplyDeleteAt least, I've helped some people
ReplyDeleteCongratulations!
DeleteNo idea what I am doing.
ReplyDeleteI must have done something right.
ReplyDeleteSurprisingly, something must have gone right.
ReplyDeleteCrossed an ocean. Found a home.
ReplyDeleteStill do not like rules.
ReplyDeleteFake it till you make it.
ReplyDeleteMy daughters are my magnum opus.
ReplyDeleteCoulda, shoulda, woulda, too late now.
ReplyDeletexoxoxoBruce
wanted to be good so bad
ReplyDeleteShoved from Heaven. Clawed halfway back. (Repeat, repeat, repeat.)
ReplyDeleteIf I could do it again….
ReplyDeleteCan I reincarnate as a cat? [My alternative entry]
ReplyDeleteNo complaints, awaiting alien rescue.
ReplyDeleteSo many summaries, all kinda sad.
ReplyDeleteToo many life-changing events, thanks.
ReplyDeletegrew fat, and tired, finally sad
ReplyDeleteabyss gazer; chose to help instead
ReplyDeleteMany good times a few bad
ReplyDeleteI keep a list of all the books I read, want to read, tried to read, or read, but only for the past 3-4 years, and I'm 64. They're all checked out from my local library. My home library didn't need any more companions, so I mostly just read audiobooks and ebooks. I rate...maybe 1/2 of them and review maybe 1/4 of them. Long-ish reviews, not just, "Great read. Looking forward to their next book."
ReplyDeleteThat comic is ME. I think I manage my anxieties via Excel. Finances, what has gone on sale (dates, prices) at my favorite local store, all my individual utility bills, some going back 20 years.
And then there's the stuff I inherited. My father wasn't rich; I think he got by strictly on Social Security, but he led an interesting life, and I inherited his correspondence, all of which he saved. He was born in 1921 in Germany, and I have photos of him as a young recruit on his way to Africa, the postcard the Red Cross sent to his mother letting her know he was alive, letters from the school in Canada where he took correspondence college classes, etc. Just riveting. I feel so lucky. But I never had kids. I have one niece, and he died before she was born, so I'm pretty sure she would have no interest in this stuff. To me, it's like diamonds...like doves' tears. His citizenship papers. His PhD dissertation. On and on.
This is history, kids. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.