It was a terrible day; it seemed like the earth was having a bad hair day. The wind blew with the ferocity of a hurricane, rain pouring out more cats than the lady across the street had room for. All in all, it was hell, but that didn’t stop Mr.Confident. He entered his car and drove straight down the wet road towards the centre of the town (which also happened to be the centre of the storm but coincidences right?). As drivers faltered right and left of him, he maintained a relatively straight line and entered his workplace. He strode straight into his office, drenched in rain, but somehow he managed to pull it off (luckily he wore no makeup). He had a wonderful day.
Yeah, that’s not me. I’m confident that I can write well, I’m not confident that I’m a good writer, but I always try me best so … Mr.Semi-Confident.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Have Confidence in Me.”