When you are a wordsmith perceived as a vagabond

Disclaimer: The following story is a fiction work written by me. Any resemblance to the real world is just a coincidence.

"Mark! No time long see. What you have been doing for a living?"
"Hey, Carl! So good to see you again. Currently, I am a wordsmith."
"Am I sorry, you just said what?"
"I am an author."
"Oh, do you mean a writer?"
"Yes."
"Aha. That’s fun, Mark. You know that saying those difficult words doesn't make you a good writer, do you know that, right?"
"I am profoundly aware and I appreciate your concern regarding my exquisite vocabulary Carl."
Carl takes his phone, he types quickly.
"It’s disheartening to see you like this. I hope you find a real job someday."
"Excuse me?

Carl types again.
"Yeah, you seem that you stay all day long at home, looking like a drifter."
"A drifter?"
Carl types again.
"I am trying to teach you something paramount."
"What are you doing? You just sound bizarre."
Carl types again and talks emphatically.
“I’ve perceived.”
“No, you don’t. You keep doing it. Do you even know the meaning of the words you are speaking?”
“Of course I do bro, I used Chat GPT.”
“So why are you being so irksome?”

Carl types again. This time looking for the definition of irksome.

“I am trying to help as long as necessary to make you sound normal.”
“Okay. I’m done with this."
"Oh, finally." Carls put his phone in his pocket.
"I do have a real profession and I am sorry if I can draft a new text over different devices or even type with my own voice as if I used a ballpoint and a sheet. You should look at yourself who abandoned your ambition to stay at a miserable eight-hour shift with no free weekends. Do yourself a favor and stop nosing around my life."

Photo by Marten Bjork

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