So now I inflict the final coup de grâce. I have enrolled in the Dale Carnegie course: “How to talk to People with Diplomacy and Tact.”
Why? Why would she do that?
She who breaks boards with one fist, she who won ribbons galore as an equestrian, as a high jumper, as a full-contact fighter.
Her? Not HER.
Alas, yes, my friends, it is true. I who communicate with many, many people from every walk of life, and every economic and ethnic group - many of which comprise gangs of so-called “rough trade”: Killers, liars, hard-core criminals, and they do not mince about with words. If they are in a very social mood, they might say, Hi, before they stab you in the back to take you out. Or to a lovely moll, lie down, spread your legs, and shut your trap.
And yet this is not considered polite conversation?
Perhaps I should explain. This is the crowd I cannot but frequent every day in my work as a writer. Some would label them fictive, but to me they are real as Dale himself.
Of course I do not always agree with my fictive “friends.” Most of the time they are merely saying what they mean, or thinking what they mean in crude language. They communicate clearly. Isn’t that the point of verbal conversation?
Though I do have a much wider range of verbal retorts, I freely admit that I can be both abrupt and a hot-head. Which, BTW, I dislike about myself.
Although, if forced, I could probably be as insincere as everyone else is. I am not exactly sure of that. But the moral of this story is when you spend most of your time alone, writing crime fiction, you become a sort of barbarian.
It’s a four week course on consecutive Thursdays. I will let you know how it turns out.
And one last note: think of it this way - I laud myself for turning my nasty, erotic, killer’s soul to the horrifying profession of writing. Thus avoiding life imprisonment or death by lethal injection if I “acted out” the merciless killer within. Instead I sentence myself to learn to lie nicely to people I despise and really want dead.
Oh, the indignity of it all.
Carnegie Coup de Grâce
by Lilith Moon
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