A B/J Ficlet: Life Lessons
A/N: Aside from my travel diary (which I’m lagging behind on, I know) I haven’t posted something in a whole while. This is a short ficlet that came to me on a beautiful evening in New Orleans sometime last week. If the style of this one is reminiscent of a couple of other things I wrote, it is (sort of) intentional.
Summary: A couple of things Brian learned in life about why bad things happen and how to deal with those.
Word Count: ~430
Life Lessons
Sometimes, life throws you a curveball for no apparent reason. You discover that when you’re the only one whose father is not cheering him on during his first varsity game in high school. You used to try harder, play better; you used to blame yourself. You don’t do that anymore.
Sometimes, people will disappoint you. That insight is a particularly hard one when you need recommendation letters for scholarship applications and one of your teachers refuses to write it, because he caught you and Jimmie Henderson under the bleachers once. But some people won’t ever let you down - come what may. You realize that after you meet Michael and, subsequently, Debbie. Their presence in your life doesn’t make the former circumstance any easier to take, but it brightens the rest of your day tremendously.
Sometimes, God can be a real bastard, despite what your mother always used to preach you. You sulk for a while and are angry for longer than that after you receive a rejection letter from the college of your first choice. And it is so easy to blame others; they’re lining up the more you think about it. But as you take your life into your own hands and play the cards you’ve been dealt, you find - also despite your mother’s eternal preaching to the contrary - that you don’t need him. Who’s God anyway? You’re better and stronger than him and you plan to prove it to everyone who ever showed any doubt.
Sometimes, blood relations don’t extend far beyond how much money can buy. You learn that after your sister Claire’s first divorce; but you suspected as much way before that. You listen and nod wordlessly to her endless litany of trite phrases about affection and family bonds as you sign your name on the checks.
Sometimes, it is not talent that decides upon success, but the luck of being in the right place at the right time. This is something that you admit to only begrudgingly, cursing yourself for the missed opportunity to leave the shithole of a place, that someone so fittingly dubbed ‘The Pitts’, for New York fucking City.
But on occasion, shitty things happen with a purpose. The realization of that last one doesn’t hit you until years later, but when it does, it forces an amused grin on your face as you enter the most upscale jewelry shop in town and head straight toward the wedding bands section: Sometimes, being on the receiving end of a less than mediocre blowjob turns out to be the best thing that could’ve ever happened to you.
The End.
Summary: A couple of things Brian learned in life about why bad things happen and how to deal with those.
Word Count: ~430
Life Lessons
Sometimes, life throws you a curveball for no apparent reason. You discover that when you’re the only one whose father is not cheering him on during his first varsity game in high school. You used to try harder, play better; you used to blame yourself. You don’t do that anymore.
Sometimes, people will disappoint you. That insight is a particularly hard one when you need recommendation letters for scholarship applications and one of your teachers refuses to write it, because he caught you and Jimmie Henderson under the bleachers once. But some people won’t ever let you down - come what may. You realize that after you meet Michael and, subsequently, Debbie. Their presence in your life doesn’t make the former circumstance any easier to take, but it brightens the rest of your day tremendously.
Sometimes, God can be a real bastard, despite what your mother always used to preach you. You sulk for a while and are angry for longer than that after you receive a rejection letter from the college of your first choice. And it is so easy to blame others; they’re lining up the more you think about it. But as you take your life into your own hands and play the cards you’ve been dealt, you find - also despite your mother’s eternal preaching to the contrary - that you don’t need him. Who’s God anyway? You’re better and stronger than him and you plan to prove it to everyone who ever showed any doubt.
Sometimes, blood relations don’t extend far beyond how much money can buy. You learn that after your sister Claire’s first divorce; but you suspected as much way before that. You listen and nod wordlessly to her endless litany of trite phrases about affection and family bonds as you sign your name on the checks.
Sometimes, it is not talent that decides upon success, but the luck of being in the right place at the right time. This is something that you admit to only begrudgingly, cursing yourself for the missed opportunity to leave the shithole of a place, that someone so fittingly dubbed ‘The Pitts’, for New York fucking City.
But on occasion, shitty things happen with a purpose. The realization of that last one doesn’t hit you until years later, but when it does, it forces an amused grin on your face as you enter the most upscale jewelry shop in town and head straight toward the wedding bands section: Sometimes, being on the receiving end of a less than mediocre blowjob turns out to be the best thing that could’ve ever happened to you.
The End.