At Least They're Committed

I’m going to write a story! Yay me! Fiction!! Note all the exclamation points! I’m doing that on purpose to irritate you because it’s funny!!!!

Anyway, it’s going to be a happy story of little or no merit about something that amuses me. And I’m not going to be negative anymore, you know why?

“Why don’t you just keep going on the last story you started.”

“Oh, hullo, which one?”

“The torrid murder mystery.”

“Eh, nah. That was just a joke. But, yeah, it was fun.” 

“So now I’ll never know who the real murderer is?”

“Wasn’t it obvious? It was the other guide, the one who taught her how to keep from sneezing. He knew every inch of the woods and had access to the densest trees to build blinds. It’s too bad, cuz he was totally hot, too.”

“Ah. Well, OK then.”

“Oh, while you’re here. You know how they say ‘hand your troubles off to God?’”

“Yup.”

“Well, I figure God has better things to do than deal with my problems, so I’m going to hand them off to you!” 

He chuckles. “Meaning?”

“I’m going to stop thinking and stop feeling, I’ll carry on and do my best but will otherwise be comfortably numb and trust that at every opportunity you’ll step in and help things work out.”

He nods. “Very well.”

Yes, yes. I’m handing my troubles off and vow to be negative no more because I’m starting to scare people. Where was I? Oh, yes! I’m going to write a story with a happy ending and lots of hope and no adversity! And lots of exclamation points, too!!!!

So, what shall I write about . . .