It's Going to Take Something New
When last we saw our intrepid hero, he was curious as to what the future held in store.
In the seven days since, I have done several things I may not have done normally or would have required much persuasion. I have also managed to resist doing something I said I wouldn't do.
And yet, I practically hunger for that final solution, that one connection to fill the hole left behind, no matter how temporary. This stasis is painful. The subtle statements lying in plain sight (look around, they're in all aspects of what I'm writing, what I have already written) are breaking out into loud exclamations.
(I laughed and said that I would metaphorically show my hand in full honesty the next time I had the opportunity, the joke being that I had ample chances to do so beforehand. After chuckling at the irony that the timing of my courage made it useless, I realized I was serious. I really would just grab them and lay it all out, and if that failed, so be it, because I'm sick of waiting; and if rash bravado will fix this, I will shoot myself in the foot, if only to give me something else to think about.)
So, here we are. I have done, am doing, and will proceed to do things that, in the past, I would've been too scared to think of, and now...well, now I'm going to take my chances.
Damn it, the payoff better be worth it. I fucking deserve this. ( This "cocky bastard" thing is fun.)
In the seven days since, I have done several things I may not have done normally or would have required much persuasion. I have also managed to resist doing something I said I wouldn't do.
And yet, I practically hunger for that final solution, that one connection to fill the hole left behind, no matter how temporary. This stasis is painful. The subtle statements lying in plain sight (look around, they're in all aspects of what I'm writing, what I have already written) are breaking out into loud exclamations.
(I laughed and said that I would metaphorically show my hand in full honesty the next time I had the opportunity, the joke being that I had ample chances to do so beforehand. After chuckling at the irony that the timing of my courage made it useless, I realized I was serious. I really would just grab them and lay it all out, and if that failed, so be it, because I'm sick of waiting; and if rash bravado will fix this, I will shoot myself in the foot, if only to give me something else to think about.)
So, here we are. I have done, am doing, and will proceed to do things that, in the past, I would've been too scared to think of, and now...well, now I'm going to take my chances.
Damn it, the payoff better be worth it. I fucking deserve this. ( This "cocky bastard" thing is fun.)