Day 8: The Predictive Prompt

THE PREDICTIVE PROMPT

Type “[Your name], you are…” and let your phone's keyboard suggestions finish your sentence. Use this sentence to begin an epistolary poem to yourself. (Epistolary poems, from the Latin "epistula" for "letter," are, quite literally, poems that read as letters. — poets.org)

Reverse Psychology

Preeti, you are not allowed

Because this is the best for you.

I know you better than anyone,

Better than even you too.

Don't exercise, it's not meant for us.

Honestly, who cares how you look,

Don't get bogged by all this fuss,

Just focus on chilling in your nook.

Oh and don't even try to meditate.

It's just a whole load of bunkum.

I don't think you can handle that state,

Of being peaceful and keeping mum.

While we are at it, please don't eat healthy.

If it all works out great,

I can't handle you being happy AND wealthy

AND with a perfect body weight.

While we are at it, take my word,

I've learnt that books are useless, so

Not reading books is preferred.

You already know everything to know.

So, now you know the gist of my advice,

Preeti, the rule is you're not allowed

To read, meditate, eat healthy or exercise,

Go, you rule-breaker, make me proud.

Cheers

Preeks

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