Ceramic: (adj) made of clay and hardened by heat.
Having someone talk you into something.
One of my friends got interested in doing ceramics. Matter of fact, she bought a kiln. I would try to explain to you what a kiln is, but let me just sum it up by saying that it’s a very, very hot oven.
My dear friend decided to coerce me into making a pot.
I did not want to. Yet I felt that my reluctance was a sign of insecurity, so I agreed. She repeatedly explained how simple everything was, as I continued to make it complicated. I finally succeeded in forming my clay into what somewhat resembled a pot, and we put it into the kiln to bake.
After that, things become blurry. There was something about letting it cool, painting it, decorating it…
Let me just say that I did everything she asked me to–ineptly.
At the end of the experience, I had a pot-shaped object which was extremely ugly and looked like it was made by a five-year-old.
She said it was beautiful. She used the word “unique.” She said she would be proud to have it in her house.
She told me to pick it up next week, after it had the chance to fully… I forget the word. Mature?
I was heading to my car when I realized I had left my hat behind. As I approached the doorway, I heard laughter. I stopped, leaned against the wall and listened.
My friend was explaining to her other pot-makers the experience she had with me, while displaying my work. If the goal of pot-making is to create hilarious laughter, I was superb.
I waited a few minutes until the laughter died down and I went inside to get my hat.
I never returned to get my pot. She called me once, asking me to come pick it up. I told her to use it as an example of what someone does when they reluctantly follow the wishes of a friend.