#164: What Are You Waiting For?
I’m sure many are expecting I write something about politics. I’m going to take a break from it after the recent events of the summit. Besides, if you know who I am, you know I’m part of the Brotherhood, and you know what we as a collective brethren are waiting for.
So, what else would you think an eighteen year old mutant might want? Besides getting laid, that is.
But, stemming off of that… Why is it that love comes to mind?
Well, let me tell you what: I wouldn’t know what love was if it hit me smack dab in the middle of the face, cut off my balls, and weighed me down with that whole damn ‘ball and chain’ cliché.
First, there was my family. My mother fled from her home country of Australia when I was just a baby to get away from my biological father. I don’t know a damn thing about the bio-dad, as she would never ever tell me. And then a few years later, she was in such a down and out way that she married a rat bastard just to provide a life for her kid. Economically: not too bad, actually. Emotionally: a wreck, for both her and me. That guy hated me, and it was before he even knew I was a mutant. And then they found out about that, and they both hated me. Heck, at least they had something to bond about.
And then I was on the streets for a while after I ran away. There’s plenty of lovin’ on the streets, but it’s not exactly the healthy kind one would aspire to.
After that, I was taken in by the Institute and the X-Men. And what is it to say about love around that place other than it is a GONG. SHOW. No, seriously - you need, like, 16 different graphs and pie charts to follow their love lives. Hell, you need three alone to know how many times Miss Grey has been resurrected, never mind her love life. And then there is Mr Pimp Daddy Summers, whose love life is so intertwined that people will make icons mocking it.
Yes. Those bunch of ‘heroes’ sure are a shining example for the kids they take in and try to cultivate into upstanding members of society. Give me an f’ing break.
Finally, I ended up in the Brotherhood. Do not get me wrong - this is where I want to be. But, let’s face it, this isn’t exactly the kind of environment that love can flourish in. We’re too busy … planning our plans and stuff. (Oh, and learning how to not get killed. That is key when being a member of the Brotherhood.)
But when love does happen? Well, isn’t that just a mine field one has to navigate? Especially if it is a non-Brotherhood member hooking up with one. All those damn politics and having to keep it secret and all that because of all the disappointment one will cause your friends even if you are happy with the one you’re with because they don’t approve. Or, you know, have ideological similarities.
Not that I’m pointing out a specific relationship that includes someone and her disapproving asshat friends.
Now, if that’s what love is, it seems like an awful lot of hard work and I’d rather just sit on the couch and watch porn play my playstation or something.
So I guess I’m just waiting for a good example of what being in love can be like, so I know it when it happens to me. If it happens to me. I’m not holding my breath especially around the Brotherhood, where there’s not even anyone around my age right now.
So, for now, what am I really waiting for? Well, the latest couple episodes of my new favorite show Ugly Betty Supernatural to download.
Fandom: Misc. comics/X-Men
Muse: John "Pyro" Allerdyce
Words: 650
So, what else would you think an eighteen year old mutant might want? Besides getting laid, that is.
But, stemming off of that… Why is it that love comes to mind?
Well, let me tell you what: I wouldn’t know what love was if it hit me smack dab in the middle of the face, cut off my balls, and weighed me down with that whole damn ‘ball and chain’ cliché.
First, there was my family. My mother fled from her home country of Australia when I was just a baby to get away from my biological father. I don’t know a damn thing about the bio-dad, as she would never ever tell me. And then a few years later, she was in such a down and out way that she married a rat bastard just to provide a life for her kid. Economically: not too bad, actually. Emotionally: a wreck, for both her and me. That guy hated me, and it was before he even knew I was a mutant. And then they found out about that, and they both hated me. Heck, at least they had something to bond about.
And then I was on the streets for a while after I ran away. There’s plenty of lovin’ on the streets, but it’s not exactly the healthy kind one would aspire to.
After that, I was taken in by the Institute and the X-Men. And what is it to say about love around that place other than it is a GONG. SHOW. No, seriously - you need, like, 16 different graphs and pie charts to follow their love lives. Hell, you need three alone to know how many times Miss Grey has been resurrected, never mind her love life. And then there is Mr Pimp Daddy Summers, whose love life is so intertwined that people will make icons mocking it.
Yes. Those bunch of ‘heroes’ sure are a shining example for the kids they take in and try to cultivate into upstanding members of society. Give me an f’ing break.
Finally, I ended up in the Brotherhood. Do not get me wrong - this is where I want to be. But, let’s face it, this isn’t exactly the kind of environment that love can flourish in. We’re too busy … planning our plans and stuff. (Oh, and learning how to not get killed. That is key when being a member of the Brotherhood.)
But when love does happen? Well, isn’t that just a mine field one has to navigate? Especially if it is a non-Brotherhood member hooking up with one. All those damn politics and having to keep it secret and all that because of all the disappointment one will cause your friends even if you are happy with the one you’re with because they don’t approve. Or, you know, have ideological similarities.
Not that I’m pointing out a specific relationship that includes someone and her disapproving asshat friends.
Now, if that’s what love is, it seems like an awful lot of hard work and I’d rather just sit on the couch and watch porn play my playstation or something.
So I guess I’m just waiting for a good example of what being in love can be like, so I know it when it happens to me. If it happens to me. I’m not holding my breath especially around the Brotherhood, where there’s not even anyone around my age right now.
So, for now, what am I really waiting for? Well, the latest couple episodes of my new favorite show Ugly Betty Supernatural to download.
Fandom: Misc. comics/X-Men
Muse: John "Pyro" Allerdyce
Words: 650